The wind howls through the dead landscape, making the dry grasses shudder. It's a different place from the rest of the lush continent of Pandaria. The sun beats down through a cloudless sky on the statues at the bottom of an enormous mountain where a scared temple makes its home. The time worn statues sit in eternal growls at enemies long past. The tigers, although aged, have not lost the look of strength.
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