To the west, Ironveil Escarpment.
Upon the cliff, a magnificent arrow-tower castle had been constructed.
Ever since the Lord's Stone was placed here, the Abyssal Dragon Xalathar had made this his home, never once leaving.
On the city wall, Delilah faced the sea. It was unclear whether she was monitoring the canal construction or gazing at the distant ocean.
Sylvana sat at a nearby square table, listening to the low whispers of an elderly Fox Tribe member.
"To this day, apart from a verbal pact, the alliance between the Blood Elf race and the Stoneheart Horde is superficial, lacking any substantial benefits."
"Lord Lycanor's recent visit—I believe she wasn't here to form an alliance, but rather to observe how we are dealing with the Sea Folk, and also to probe our progress."
Only yesterday, Delilah had seen off the visiting Blood Elf lord, Lycanor.