by Karmic Acumen
A materials scientist reincarnates on Azeroth sometime before the First War. Naturally, the first order of business is figuring out why the hell his perfectly mundane technology insists on spewing self-defeating ritual magic everywhere. Clearly, the method to Arcane’s madness was being deliberately obtuse. The Light, sadly, didn’t seem to be in on the joke.
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