"No one knows exactly what is coming, so it never hurts to be prepared."
The cataclysm had already begun, and it would spare no one.
"Pass down the order. In three days, every major city in the Horde goes into absolute lockdown. No one gets in, no one gets out."
"Send word to the scattered outland clans. Tell them to evacuate to the nearest fortified city immediately. Warn them that the realms are colliding. If they ignore the summons, their blood is on their own hands."
Orion's tone was frigid. He was a king, and a king had obligations. Half a day without a sun wasn't enough to spook the veteran clans. The northern tribes, having endured months of polar nights, might shrug off the current darkness as a natural phenomenon. They needed to understand the gravity of the situation.
"Next, sound the war horns across all cities. Mobilize the garrisons and the volunteer legions. Prepare for immediate combat."
