"I shall tell you as we move! There is much at stake!" As he led them toward another passage, Krasus said, "She left you a small token of her own love, Kalec. A tiny part of her that did not return to being the Sunwell. It was what kept you alive when, under Sinestra's influence, you sought to slay me."
"Great Korialstrasz... I never truly meant—"
"There is justification to your anger, but your violence was not by your choice. I know that. Sinestra was all at fault. The incident is forgotten. As I was saying, what Anveena left in you helped preserve, then save you. That says much."
"Anveena..." Despite their situation, the blue smiled. His gaze looked to the unseen heavens.
"And, because I was near... and because she sought me to help protect you afterward...that same essence also healed me. It took all of its power to save us both and it shall never be able to do more now than remind you of her love. I sensed it earlier on, but never knew it—she—was capable of this much."
Kalec grabbed his wrist. "You talked with her—"
"She spoke to me. I have told you all she said during her brief materialization... and when I say her, I mean that which she left to protect you."
"Anveena.. . I'm glad she was able to bring you back from so near the brink. If I'd had a choice, I'd have had her take care of you before me."
The dragon mage guided them into a darkened corridor. "And that is why she had the power to do that much, I believe." He grunted. "But as ungrateful as it sounds, I would wish that she had more to give us yet, for we will sorely need it."
"But why?" asked Vereesa. "With both my unlamented cousin's stolen staff and the Demon Soul no more, this surely puts to an end Sinestra's mad dreams!"
"There are variations upon variations to that mad dream as Deathwing's foul family has shown time and again... and one of those is the reason we must hurry! Have you not thought of what happened to all that was released by the destruction of both creations? Kalec, have you?"
The blue hesitated in mid-step. "Do you mean—"
"Yes—" At that moment, there was a rumble from above. It shook the passage so much that Kalec had to quickly shield them before they would be buried under a small collapse. Krasus wasted no time on gratitude, instead remarking, "It has reached what has been waiting for it. We are too late again."
"But where did it go?" Vereesa demanded. "Where did it go?"
Yet, it was not the dragon mage who answered that, but rather, Kalec.
"It's gone to Dargonax..." he said. "It has to have gone to him...."
TWENTY-TWO
Rhonin could not believe the size of the behemoth. Other than Korialstrasz and the great Aspects, this Dargonax was the hugest dragon that he had ever seen. It had, in truth, been all he could do to stand before it with his expression unfazed. Indeed, only his experiences fighting Deathwing had made him able to face such a monster.
Krasus, I could surely use you now, the wizard thought. However, there was no telling where the dragon mage was and Rhonin could not stand there hoping that his mentor would suddenly materialize to save the day. It appeared the fate of everything was in his hands.
So be it, then. The crimson-haired spellcaster did not wait. He struck, but not at Dargonax.
It was perhaps audacity that enabled his spell to have some effect. After all, Sinestra no doubt expected him to attack her creation, not her. Thus it was that she was suddenly encircled by green bands of energy that pinned her arms to her sides and her legs together.
But Rhonin's relief was short-lived, for, with a look of anger, the black dismissed the rings.
"You are cunning and powerful... for a human," she declared. "And if I thought you intelligent enough to see matters as they will be, I would let you live to serve and worship me."
"How generous of you."
"Your impertinence is no longer amusing. Dargonax, you may feast upon him."
The gargantuan fiend roared. The huge head lunged at Rhonin, who cast a powerful force spell. Much to his dismay, though, themagic seemed instead to feed the foul creature.
The cube, damn it! he thought as the horrific maw filled his view. The blasted cube must be doing this!
He was going to die... and without knowing if Vereesa was at least safe. Someone had to be there for the children—
And then a terrible blast of energy struck Dargonax full in the face. The leviathan roared, but more from frustration than pain. He glared in the direction of the attack's source.
Zzeraku was free.
No, not free, not entirely, but enough that he could attack utilizing some of his magic... and the reason for him being able to do anything at all took the form of the draenei and, wonder of wonders, Rhonin's old comrade, the dwarf Rom. The pair stood near the rear of the imprisoned dragon, where Iridi even now sought to destroy one of the remaining crystals. Rom kept guard behind her, beating off a pair of skardyn whose fear of Sinestra's wrath had apparently been greater than their fear of either behemoth.
The priestess looked exhausted... and no wonder. She could not have been standing there for more than a handful of seconds, yet, in that time, she had managed to do far more than before.
Dargonax shook off the effects of the spell. The Devourer leered not at Zzeraku, but rather Iridi. "What have we here? Another morsel of power?"
The draenei could have fled during Zzeraku's attack, but had remained behind to finish her task. She turned at Dargonax's voice and prepared to make a stand against him, which made the behemoth laugh. As she raised the staff, he exhaled at her.
A ring of foul red energy struck her, sending the draenei hurtling back. She crashed against the rocks near the last of the bonds and lay still.
And from Zzeraku there came an angry roar that caused even Dargonax to pause.
His savior had been attacked. The one creature who had believed him to be something worth saving lay as if dead.
Zzeraku shrieked his fury. This tiny, insignificant creature had shown more value than he ever had. She had stood where he likely would have fled. Shame filled the nether dragon.
He strained to be free, to be able to throw his full might at Dargonax... and this time the remaining strands could not deny him.
With great glee he felt them shatter. Freedom was his at last, but Zzeraku did not waver in his choice. He was not afraid of the larger dragon, whose size and relative solidity in the nether's mind only made him that much more easy a target. Indeed, he flew with eagerness to confront his foe.
"Foul vermin!" he roared at Dargonax. "You are good at harming the little ones, as I once blindly did, but Zzeraku is not little! Zzeraku will teach you that they are worth far more than you or I! Far more!"
However weak he had looked previous, Zzeraku was now a mighty fury. Lightning crackled all around Dargonax, sending the twilight dragon into a startled retreat. The walls shook as, in his surprise, Sinestra's massive creation collided with them...and a nether dragon learned what it meant to fight for others, not himself.
But if Dargonax was occupied, that still left Sinestra. Furious at what she beheld, she roared. Her mouth distorted, becoming more reptilian. One clawed hand thrust out at the draenei—
Rhonin put all his will into a shield between Iridi and the oncoming spell. When the black dragon's power struck, it jolted the wizard as if he were the target. Rhonin cried out, but held his ground even as Sinestra fed more and more into her assault.
At that moment, the priestess stirred. She managed to push herself up....
But as Iridi rose, Rhonin noticed a new danger to her. A drakonid had slipped out of one of the tunnels and in one hand he held a small weapon like a crossbow.
A weapon aimed at the priestess's back.
Rhonin would have warned her, but then a monstrous black paw came out of nowhere to smash the distracted wizard against a wall. A raptor leapt to his defense, only to be crushed in the jaws of a great, ebony dragon.. .an ebony dragon with one side of its face covered in grotesque burn scars.
The true Sin
estra spat out the reptile's remains, then leered at Rhonin. "Much too sinewy...I prefer a tidbit a little more soft...like you..."
She bent to swallow Rhonin—then suddenly looked away. The black dragon let out a mad snarl... and disappeared.
Krasus paused.
"What is it?" Vereesa asked.
"Kalec, you and she go on ahead!"
The younger dragon frowned. "If you—"
"Do as I say!"
Kalec shut his mouth. After a moment, he nodded. To Vereesa, the blue said, "We'd better listen."
The ranger looked to Krasus. "You're heading back the way we came...why?"
In reply, the dragon mage gritted his teeth...and vanished.
The high elf spun around to face Kalec. "I know how much that cost him to do! Neither of you are strong enough to really transport yourselves yet! Not in Grim Batol! Why is he heading back—"
"Because he must... just as we must hurry on!" Kalec eyed her close. "All the evil of Grim Batol has come to a boil...."
Because she could do nothing else—and because she feared somehow that Rhonin was here and in the midst of it all—the ranger reluctantly nodded.
But as she and Kalec picked up their pace, Vereesa could not help but imagine why Krasus now risked so much... imagine it, and shudder.
A gasping Krasus materialized in the chamber of the eggs. The hundreds of misshapen eggs immediately sent a new wave of revulsion through him as he once again thought of the lives within that would never become what they should have. He cursed Sinestra for what she had wrought here.
This horrific chamber was his chosen destination, but not his final one. That, of course, had to do with the next cavern, the one that had housed the reconstructed Demon Soul.
And, as the faint golden glow emanating from it indicated, a foul artifact yet again seeking resurrection.
"More than enough pieces, more than enough, I promise," he heard Sinestra muttering. "You'll be better and better than ever, you'll see...."
He stepped into the chamber to find the immense black dragon ever so gently plucking up the shards of the Demon Soul one by one with the great claws of her right paw. Each time Sinestra did this, she then set it floating before her. On the ground, the shards were still, lifeless, but once they floated, a hint of their vileness returned.
The secret for her ability to recreate it had to do with the cube she wielded in her left paw. It took Krasus a moment to recognize Balacgos's Bane, and he marveled that this other artifact, as dangerous as it was, could enable Sinestra to rebuild the second and far worse one, even if the Soul would still be a shadow of its former infamy.
What mattered was that it would exist at all and that Sinestra could continue her experiments.
"Soon, very soon," she murmured to the floating shards. "Almost enough! Almost—"
With a roar, she turned her head toward Krasus and unleashed a torrent of molten lava from her gullet.
But Krasus had been expecting such an assault from one of the black flight, the followers of the Earth-Warder. He swept his armbefore him and cool light wrapped over the monstrous outpour.
The lava cooled, creating a gray-black wall between Sinestra and him.
"I will remake it again and again and again!" Deathwing's consort shrieked. "And each time it will be more terrible! I will do it! I will!"
Krasus had known her to be mad, but now the veneer of imperious calm threatened to forever be banished. The destruction of the Demon Soul had done far more to her mind than the dragon mage could have ever imagined.
And then he thought he knew why.
"This did not begin as your plot, did it, Sinestra?" the cowled figure asked as he slowly wended his way around the cooled lava. "Long ago, Deathwing compelled this desire on you, did he not? Should he perish, you would always seek to recreate his dreams, no matter what?"
The black dragon's breathing quickened. "No! This is my dream! My grand vision! Yes, I will make over Azeroth into a realm ruled by the ultimate dragonflight, but it will be my creation, nothing of his! Mine!"
He readied himself for her next attack. What was most important was to get a little nearer to both the shards and the cube. Too many times, the Demon Soul had lived again, and that had to end.
Even if it ended with all within Grim Batol slain in the process.
"But the legacy of Deathwing will forever be found in the blood and magic of those dragons, Sinestra! After all, it is the Demon Soul that acts as part of their creation! What more speaks of your Neltharion than that?"
She opened her mouth—and hesitated. Krasus wondered if perhaps she actually believed him. He had, after all, truly spoken as he believed.
"Azeroth will be mine...."
The ground rose around him, swallowing Krasus in a single second. Darkness surrounded him and he felt his prison sink below. He knew that Sinestra intended he be sealed forever in the heart of the world.
But the dragon mage had also expected that. Pushing his will to its limit...he transformed.
His expanding body pressed against the interior of his prison. Sinestra had expected him to attempt this. If he continued, he threatened to crush himself to death. With most dragons, this would have certainly been the case.
But Krasus refused to yield. His body strained. His bones felt as if about to crack in a hundred places. His skull threatened to flatten...
The earthen shell cracked. Like a newborn, Korialstrasz the dragon thrust his head out and roared his defiance to the black dragon.
Sinestra was in the act of using the cube. The cerulean artifact pulsated and, in reverse of its normal function, now fed forth the power it had accumulated.
Korialstrasz rose up, at the same time sending the pieces of the hardened shell at the black dragon. As they bombarded her, he whipped with his tall from below her blocked view.
The tail sent the cube flying toward him. Korialstrasz expertly caught it in one paw. Following the example related to him by Vereesa, Korialstrasz threw the cube into the other artifact.
"No!" the black roared. Sinestra grabbed for the cube.
The cube and the Demon Soul utterly annihilated one another. Both had been too unstable for such close proximity; their doom had been certain the moment that the cube had touched, for now Balacgos's creation tried to both feed and feed upon what would not surrender what it was absorbing.
The final, absolute end to Deathwing's creation was a burst of magical forces that, while not as horrific as when Vereesa had shattered it with the naaru staff, were fearsome enough to any in the near vicinity.
Sinestra turned away, but too late. Even her scales were not sufficient to keep her from being scorched. The stench of burning flesh filled the cavern.
And as the black roared her pain, she did so with a face perfectly matched in horror on each side.
Despite her agony—or perhaps because of it—Sinestra flew at her rival. Korialstrasz met her head on. In truth, he was still weakerthan she because of all through which he had been, but not once did he concern himself with that.
Sinestra sought to clamp her teeth upon his neck. Korialstrasz twisted his head back and forth, trying to avoid that while at the same time steering her toward the chamber of the eggs. The two crashed against the wall next to the entrance, sending down a rain of stalactites on both.
But just as Korialstrasz was about to succeed in getting her in among the eggs—and hopefully turn their battle, whatever its outcome, into the destruction of her most prized resources— Sinestra pulled back from him.
"Clever, clever, my dear Korialstrasz! I do applaud you! Would that you had been Earth-Warder rather than Neltharion! Such more valued offspring we would have produced!"
"Rather would I have spawned with a kraken!"
Despite the open and very definitely painful sores on her face, the black dragon laughed.
Behind Korialstrasz, the way to the eggs sealed tight. When he struck the former opening with his tail, it was like hitting diamond.
"I woul
d not want my new children getting singed," she mocked.
The ground beneath them rumbled.
Korialstrasz recalled the lava pools in the next chamber and knew that they had to have a source below.
A source that no doubt stretched under the entire expanse of Grim Batol.
The floor of the cavern erupted. A flood of molten lava rushed up—
The dread mount shook anew, but the two other leviathans locked in conflict paid no mind to it. Dargonax and Zzeraku fought with abandon, the former occasionally crashing into walls when struck by the letter's magic... and then both sinking into them as the Devourer, too, turned incorporeal and better learned to strike back with his own fearsome energies. The cavern filled with bright and deadly light as tendrils sought to strangle, starbursts tried to rip through ghostly torsos, and phantom jaws attempted to bite through equally ethereal throats.
But all this meant little to Rom, who had stood with Iridi while she had attempted to finish freeing the nether dragon and now sought to reach her after Zzeraku's horrific foe had sent her flying. At this point, the dwarf wanted only to get the draenei and his people out. As the priestess leaned against her staff, he spotted Grenda in the distance.
She also saw him and the pleasure in her eyes was enough to make the veteran warrior blush under his beard. He waved for her to lead the others to the nearest passage, then saw that she was pointing past him.
Spinning about, Rom saw Rask aiming a dwyar'hun. The drakonid had likely seized it off one of his minions, for he had not been carrying it earlier. Rask had no doubt calculated that he might not come out near enough to those he pursued to use any other weapon.
The drakonid fired even as the dwarf registered him. However, the target was not Rom, but the draenei. Yet, not at all caring what risk he took, Rom threw himself between the drakonid and the priestess, at the same time raising up his ax.
The spiked missile deflected off the flat of the ax head, but instead of flying off in a harmless direction, it hit Rom in the shoulder right between two segments of padding. He grunted as some of the spikes went in at least half an inch.
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