“Pain…”
The rumble quakes throughout the lands.
“Agony…”
The air’s very scent grows to an insidious sulfur and iron.
“My hatred burns through the cavernous deeps.”
An explosion erupts from the ground, then another, and another.
“The world heaves with my torment.”
That voice…thunderous, deep, and ancient beyond belief.
“Its wretched kingdoms quake beneath my rage.”
The mountainous landscape around you begins to tear and split apart, molten magma starts spewing as you barely manage to gain your footing and evade.
“The whole of Azeroth will break…”
A monstrous, towering, black dragon rises forth from the rift. Plates of iron clad his scarred form, his jaw made of pure steel. His eyes blaze a furious orange as he stares down upon you, like you’re a mere ant.
”And all will burn beneath the shadow of my wings.”