Anduin nods in confirmation as Wrathion gestures them on. This is the direction that the magic feels as though it is coming from. The darkness.
The next room feels closer, but Anduin understands it is still not the source. He frowns for a moment -- this doesn't make sense, they have reached the back of the house, there is no more of it for them to explore -- before he glances out the window and follows Wrathion's line of sight. Into the garden and beyond, toward what appears to be a dilapidated greenhouse. The garden and the structure both covered in a wild tangle of overgrown plants.
"Out there," Anduin says, although he doubts it really needs saying. "I can feel it... Like a mold upon this place." He winces. "Which I suppose is fitting, all things considered."
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The next room feels closer, but Anduin understands it is still not the source. He frowns for a moment -- this doesn't make sense, they have reached the back of the house, there is no more of it for them to explore -- before he glances out the window and follows Wrathion's line of sight. Into the garden and beyond, toward what appears to be a dilapidated greenhouse. The garden and the structure both covered in a wild tangle of overgrown plants.
"Out there," Anduin says, although he doubts it really needs saying. "I can feel it... Like a mold upon this place." He winces. "Which I suppose is fitting, all things considered."