25 DKT Arms Warrior, Demonology Warlock, and Turret Mage-You Guys

25 DKT Arms Warrior, Demonology Warlock, and Turret Mage—You Guys Are Pretty Damn Good at Progression Raiding!

Aggramar, in his fallen Titan form, was a taciturn giant.

Over more than twenty thousand years of fel reshaping, he had clearly grown accustomed to answering accusations with action rather than words. Thus, as he strode toward those fully armed mortal invaders, the terrifying aura of an existence at the pinnacle of the "Destroyer" sequence rapidly rose.

Crimson cosmic fire coiled around his terrifying body, boiling and burning. Beneath his cracked skin lay the scorching heat of hell, while the ancient black broken blade in his hand possessed a stark, numerical beauty.

As he dragged that broken blade forward in great strides, his presence reaching its peak, the dancing cosmic fire stretched along the blade's edge to form a complete sword body, then split at its tip into two savage blades.

Aggramar raised Taeshalach, wreathed in flames, and opened with his iconic Enemybreaker Swordsmanship.

However, this "progression team" made up of the Sons of Draenor reacted swiftly. The moment Aggramar charged, they scattered outward at once, avoiding the horrifying overflow of power from that divine swordsmanship.

Only Black Pawn remained where he stood, looking exactly like a formidable main tank facing down a boss.

As Aggramar's burning blade came down, the decayed Oak Axe in Black Pawn's hand also swung up in a full arc.

This being had completely forgotten his past. His mind had been filled with the roots of the World Tree Tayara.

He could scarcely still be called a "man." He was muddleheaded in everything except battle, but the completion of that cruel "transformation" meant Black Pawn had become the "final incarnation" of Draenor's wild nature.

That wild nature, whose future path had been cut off, poured all its power