Eschaton picked his way carefully through the scorched remains of the Stormwind throne room. Steam still rose from the pieces of cracked marble that were now half melted into the mosaiced floor, witness to the events that had unfolded here only hours before. Through the shattered stained glass windows, the night's full moon shone wanly on the scene of destruction that had been wrought at the heart of human power on Azeroth. Beyond the locked and barred throne room doors and down the long entrance hallway, Eschaton could hear the steady footfalls of the guard patrols, grimly fulfilling their duties, no doubt anxious to forget the events of earlier that day. It had been an easy task for Eschaton to craft a portal through the Nether that allowed him to appear in the locked throne room unknown