The small gnome stared out over the edge of the crater. Un'Goro, the once lush jungle now crawling with silithids. They hadn't had the numbers yet to push into Tanaris in force, but the goblins were already preparing to evacuate Gadgetzan. "Miss Gearmagus, it's unusual that you're still alive even now...surely, you knew this would happen." She shut her eyes, tightly. Small rivulets of ice fell down her cheek, and shattered on the floor below. The arcanist's gaze softened. "I'm sorry, miss." "Ing, you knew this day would come. There is nothing I can do anymore to keep the burn from occurring."