The Forgotten's troops clashed with the Variant Demons on a flat stretch of land at the edge of Tirisfal. By the time we arrived with Sylvanas and her Trusted Guards, the Variant Demons were long gone. All that could be seen were damaged weapons scattered across the ground and the corpses of the Forgotten—though they were already corpses, they now seemed even more lifeless. Alright, I admit that I shouldn't be making light of the situation in such a grave atmosphere.
Sylvanas walked forward with a furrowed brow, carefully turning over a shattered Skeleton Soldier's corpse. The moment her fingers touched it, the bones, which seemed unscathed on the surface, crumbled into a pile of fragments.
They were as evenly sized as Diamond Strong Bone Granules.
