GILNEAS

Mal'Ganis was bathed in waves of constant howling from all directions. For it was the full moon in Gilneas.

And he was now overlooking the cursed capitol of the region, Gilneas City. A once prosperous and bustling city, now half ruin and half nature. Trees and vegetation grew through the cracks in the roads and buildings.

Yet it was a place whose citizens had never never left. They had just... changed.

From where he was standing, the moonlight revealed all. The dreadlord could distantly see the blacks shapes prowling the streets and lurking atop the buildings. All the buildings.

The single greatest concentration of worgen he had discovered since crossing the Greymane Wall.

He was already being quietly followed by worgen that had detected the weapon's presence as he had explored the region. But here was a chance to discover the true extent of the relic's power.

To further test the limits of the Scythe of Elune, there was no more perfect time or place.

Mal'Ganis grasped the artifact tightly, then focused.

And the howling stopped.

In the broken city, with every building a den for cursed beastmen, all the worgen turned their heads north as one.

For they felt the call. Commanding their attendance. Demanding their loyalty.

Without hesitation, the worgen broke out into a loping run, moving in a single, chaotic mass.

The city started trembling as a black flood flowed through the city, a wild surge spilling over and leaving further ruin in its wake. Loose cobblestones jumped and buildings crumbled as worgen launched themselves nonstop from roof to roof.

As they made their way out of the city, they began to converge on a single point, a power pulling at their deepest instincts.

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Outside the city in all directions, worgen ceased their hunts and turned.

For they felt the call. Commanding their attendance. Demanding their loyalty.

And they obeyed.

The forests were blitzed through by the cursed wolfmen as they all rushed headlong towards the call.

But it was the full moon... and so unbeknownst to Mal'Ganis, the Scythe's full power was not merely limited to Azeroth.

In an ethereal realm, the magical call pierced the veil, causing an abnormal reaction among rather specific individuals sheltered beneath the roots of a large tree.

Individuals whose eyelids began to shiver and twitch as their conscious minds strained. Strained against the spells that compelled their slumber.

For they were the rebel wolfpack druids, the original worgen imprisoned by the night elves within the Emerald Dream.

And they too felt the call. Commanding their attendance. Demanding their loyalty.

It was familiar...

And one by one, as their eyes opened for the first time in many millennia, they vanished from their enchanted prison.

Mal'Ganis enjoyed the chaotic result of his summons from his viewpoint of the city. The presence of the artifact was great indeed, as worgen from beyond the city were streaming his way.

The land itself shook, and the small critters who sensed the incoming bestial tide could only flee to their holes in terror.

It was only when the demon registered the familiar feeling of tearing space did the dreadlord's wide gloating smile falter as he felt something odd occurring. His eyes narrowed as he pinpointed the sensation's were coming from multiple places around him.

He was a demon. A demon that had travelled to countless worlds in the service of the Burning Crusade. Passing from the nether to the material though the veil using portals or summons. Through it all he had gained a sense for spatial disturbances.

And there was some sort of portal weakening the veil here.

Another new variable.

Suddenly Mal'Ganis felt a distinct snap, and he forced himself to stand steady as a large worgen specimen appeared that towered over him. Larger than any he'd experimented on, but size shouldn't change its base nature.

He had long learned that displaying any weakness before a worgen was a losing proposition, and he was surrounded by untold thousands with more on the way.

But he kept firm and kept channeling his will through the Scythe of Elune.

As the new arrival eyed him with obvious curiosity, even more worgen started to appear from beyond the veil.

Within short order however, Mal'Ganis was pleased as the large one squatted in submission before him and the others followed suit.

Mal'Ganis wondered where they were coming from? And how many more were there?

Eventually, the whole situation stabilized as worgen no longer popped into existence and he no longer saw more worgen in the distance running his way. So he ceased using the artifact.

And what he had after testing it was tens of thousands of worgen packed tight awaiting his command.