Serra donned the gleaming Magic Thunder Armor, standing atop the Golem Train under countless blazing gazes.
Glancing around, more than 40 Zhuoer Elf Troops were converging on Suramar through various passageways.
Famiel, dressed in a grayish-brown Mage Robe, felt the coolness of the garments under her robe, suppressing the bashful emotions stirring within her as she respectfully knelt halfway before Serra.
Famiel could feel that quite a few intense gazes had landed on her.
Feigning indifference, Serra looked at Suramar radiating bright light in the distance, curling her lips into a faint smile and said:
"Soon, you will witness the true life of Zhuoer Elves."
Famiel, slightly shaking her head, having gained more insights, no longer found Zhuoer Elves intriguing, but instead asked with genuine curiosity:
"Why have we come to Suramar? Why not approach the Zhuoer Elven Forces directly?"
