Stormwind Harbor, usually placid, washed and heaved.
Echo looked out from the quarterdeck of the houseboat, narrowing her eyes as a hot wind seethed over her face. Under the black night sky the horizon glowed strangely orange.
She had a feeling no elementals would invade tonight.
“Credence,” she called, turning to descend into the ship. “I think we should go below. And batten the hatches.”