The shadow realm cracked like an eggshell around us as the Shadow Emperor's rage reached apocalyptic levels. Fissures of pure void opened in the crimson sky, showing glimpses of the space between dimensions—a place where existence itself went to die.

"Form the circle!" Luna shouted over the sound of reality tearing apart. "Now, before he collapses everything!"

We joined hands in the ancient pattern—Moonspire, Stormwind, Flame Dancer, Earthsong, and Bloodmoon magic creating a pentagram of ...