The Dragon Soul was destroyed just like that?
His thousand-year scheme, undone in an instant?
The sudden reversal of the situation was something Deathwing found difficult to accept.
"Impossible!" the Black Dragon King roared. "Lies! It's all lies!"
"No," the Queen of the Golden Dragons corrected him. "The only lie that needs to be corrected now is your so-called invincibility."
"Indeed," Nozdormu added with a deep hatred. "I've always wanted to prove that theory utterly absurd..."
Deathwing found himself being attacked by four elemental forces he had never encountered before.
He was no longer fighting mere echoes of his enemies—he was facing the full might of the four Guardian Dragons, each as powerful as himself.
He had no way to counter their combined assault.
Alexstrasza's flames burned away the corrupting forces within him.
Malygos summoned suffocating clouds that coiled around the Black Dragon's throat and nostrils.
Nozdormu accelerated time upon Deathwing's body, forcing him to endure the torment of centuries in mere moments, draining his strength.
With his defenses severely weakened by these attacks, Ysera effortlessly invaded his mind, guiding him into the depths of his worst nightmares.
At that moment, Talonixa ascended before him, her presence like that of a divine judge descending from the heavens.
She glared at Deathwing, though a hint of sorrow still lingered in her eyes. Then, she spoke, "We were once friends, Black Dragon. Under my leadership, you once fought side by side with your brethren to protect Azeroth.
But ten thousand years ago, you betrayed us. You betrayed the mission the Titans entrusted to us. As your leader, I failed to see the truth in time.
When I realized that countless lives had been lost because of you, that Azeroth suffered at your hands, I was powerless to stop it!"
"That's because you were out of touch!" Deathwing struggled desperately, trying to break free from the other dragons' attacks as he roared.
"You are all stagnant, bound by tradition! You turned dragons into slaves of this world! That is the root of everything!"
"No, it's quite the opposite..." The last trace of nostalgia vanished from Talonixa's eyes. "This world is the source of our strength. Now, feel its wrath!"
As her words fell, a deafening thunderclap rolled in from beyond Grim Batol.
The sound was so overwhelming that even the mountain walls of Grim Batol could not muffle the heavens' fury.
The entire city echoed with the thunder's relentless roar.
Then, a bolt of lightning struck.
The flash was so blinding that it seemed as if a hundred suns had ignited within Grim Batol. For a moment, even the Guardian Dragons themselves could not keep their eyes open.
With the lightning came an ear-splitting explosion, followed by a horrific dragon's scream.
The roar belonged to Neltharion, the Black Dragon King. His cry was filled with unimaginable pain, wretched and despairing.
As the light faded and everyone's vision gradually returned, they were stunned by the sight before them.
A massive hole had been blasted through the peak of Grim Batol, allowing sunlight to stream into the mountain's depths, forming a radiant pillar of light.
Within that pillar, Deathwing stood—yet he was a shadow of his former self. His once obsidian-like scales were now charred and broken.
Upon closer inspection, it became evident that those once-black scales had been completely scorched, leaving them cracked and ruined.
Even the areas untouched by flames were marred by jagged, lightning-shaped scorch marks.
The aftermath of a devastating lightning strike was unmistakable.
Through the hole in the mountain's peak, the outside sky was visible.
Where once it had been clear before Alaric entered Grim Batol, it was now shrouded in dense storm clouds.
Within the roiling darkness, furious lightning crackled—a brewing tempest ready to unleash its fury.
With all these signs combined, the truth of what had just happened was undeniable.
The one responsible for it all was Talonixa.
As the ruler of the skies and the master of thunder, the Queen of the Golden Dragons had, in her wrath, summoned an overwhelming lightning strike.
That judgmental bolt of lightning had pierced through the thick mountaintop of Grim Batol, crashing into its depths with unrelenting force, striking Deathwing directly.
Even when faced with the attacks of the other Guardian Dragons—even the nightmares of Ysera—Deathwing had managed some resistance.
But against Talonixa, he was utterly powerless.
Talonixa's attack carried the power of judgment. It was the verdict of a Dragon Queen upon a traitor to their kin. It was the judgment of the world upon a guardian who had betrayed it.
The immense lightning did more than grievously wound Neltharion—it burrowed into his very being, coursing through his massive body.
It surged through him where his claws and fangs could not reach, gnawing at him, destroying him cell by cell.
At the same time, it was a strike that judged his very soul, delivering retribution upon his corruption and crimes.
Under the agony of both body and soul, the most terrifying dragon the world had ever known let out a wail unlike any heard before—a cry of pure torment.
Perhaps it was that very scream that saved him. The sheer force of his agony stunned the other dragons, momentarily halting their magic.
Only Talonixa reacted swiftly. She flew toward the entrance of Grim Batol, anticipating that the Black Dragon would attempt to flee.
However, Deathwing never even looked in that direction. Like an osprey diving into water, he plunged straight into Grim Batol's magma, vanishing entirely from sight.
"We cannot let him escape!" Nozdormu suddenly snapped out of his shock.
"Go after him! Now!" Malygos urged.
"We must ensure there is no future threat!" Alexstrasza growled.
"I agree," Ysera said calmly.
"Indeed," Talonixa declared. "Do whatever it takes to hunt him down!"
With that, the five dragons dove into the molten depths, pursuing Deathwing's trail.
Yet, before long, they emerged once more, returning to Grim Batol empty-handed.
Once again in their mortal forms, the five Guardian Dragons stood before Alaric and his companions.
"Well? You didn't catch him?" Alaric stepped forward, his voice tinged with doubt.
"Unfortunately, Deathwing fled too quickly," Talonixa sighed in regret. "He escaped into Deepholm. That place is not somewhere we can enter easily."
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