world of warcraft, ultrarealism, real life, Jaina Proudmoore stands on the outskirts of Stratholme, her heart heavy with despair. She gazes upon the burning city, her staff held loosely in one hand as she struggles with the decision to leave Arthas behind. The orange glow of the flames reflects in her tear- filled eyes as she turns away from the culling. Her robes billow in the wind, and behind her, a portal begins to open, shimmering with magical energy. In the distance, Arthas and his men are still visible, silhouetted against the flames, cutting down infected citizens. Jaina’s sorrow and guilt are palpable, with the devastation of Stratholme stretching out before her
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