Weeks after he came across their island base, the former members of the Twilight's Hammer were fully assimilated into his new team, and they were ready to join his dream City's opening ceremony. Using some magic Zaubergos taught him before he left, he creared a portal for him and his recruits to use to get to the Eye instantaneously. As he stepped through the portal, he himself was not sure what to expect. He did not have any specific formula or structure in mind, so he kept no expectations, other than a completed city, but as he came to the other side, he was awestruck.
The once tiny platform they had started with had grown into an enormous foundation, and across the structure, many new buildings were being built, their purposes left to those that would inhabit them. And in the center, surrounding the Iris of Eternity, a huge tower, radiating magical energies stood tall and proud, a testament to their grand undertaking.
"I don't believe it," Starshield said, "but my great mission has been completed. But if I will go and gather new recruits for our great city, who will run it?"
At that moment, a muscular elvish man spoke out, "I will rule this city, and keep it safe."
Starshield was suspisious of him, and asked, "Who are you? I did not recall seeing you at the start of our city's construction."
"I am very familiar with the urgent call that the Spellweaver had sent out, but it took me some time to get here. And don't fee lconcerned, I will not make the same mistakes as that poor lost soul did..."
"Thank you, Mr..." Starshield struggled to find a name for him.
"What do you call yourself?"
He raised his hand in response. "It does not matter yet. Just trust me to look after this new place, while you gather new recruits."
"Thank you, stranger. But you must know that you bear a great responsibility."
Months passed, and as their numbers grew, so did their city. The town grew to have seven unique districts.
The technology district was formed by combining the best skills of the goblins and gnomes, and other engineering talents, forming new and amazing machines.
The nature district was largely run by tauren and night elves, and they discovered more about using herbs in great new ways and learning more about Azeroth's wild creatures.
The smithy district brought the armor-working skills of blacksmiths, largely orcs and dwarves, to create sturdy armor and further advancement of their town.
The magic district used talented mages to learn strong magical skills, as well as research the state of Azeroth's magic.
Being like any other town, an entertainment district, most of its facilities operated by draenei and trolls, was set up for their researchers and fighters to rest and unwind.
A cultural district brought the artistic flare of forasken, worgen, and the more sophisticated of other races, and formed a collection of art and literature.
All the while, the capital district, run by the city's founders and managers, discussed how to manage new recruits and affairs in Azeroth itself.
"When you find new recruits. what will you do about them?" the elf asked Starshield. "What if they do not have the skill or will to help our cause?"
"I have that worked out." he said confidently. "I will turn that old island into a training facility, to bring out the best in these recruits, and leave the worst behind."
"I am still surprized by how you managed to male this city work out so well." Starshield continued.
The elf simply smiled and said, "The people themselves made this possible, I just observe and enjoy.
It really is a miracle though, many miracles at once, in fact...
This whole city is full of them."
"Why my friend," Starshield said,
"This is a City of Miracles!"
And as the two of them looked out the tower window, they saw their thriving city, and beyond it, a still endless expanse, giving them hope to unite the two factions against their greatest enemies.