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![]() Blackened skeletons and shattered weapons litter a plain of ash. ![]() I came across the site of an old battle on my third day in the Burning Steppes. It then cooled, leaving the twisted surface on which I walked. Ragnaros’ entry into the world flooded the entire region in an ocean of molten rock. I made my way across the tormented landscape, the surface of the ground molded into strange curves and whorls like a stormy sea frozen in time. An ancient causeway on the other side led to the devastated land below me. I stood on a great stone bridge that crossed a seething lake of lava. A rain of ash drifted down from the smoke-poisoned sky when I left Blackrock Mountain.
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