The Dragon Summit

Northrend, Dragonblight.

This place had already become a fierce battlefield. N'Zoth, the Old God fully fused with Deathwing, seemed intent on taking root in Planet Azeroth once more amid this frozen wilderness.

The Twilight Dragon Legion from the predetermined fate timeline descended upon Wyrmrest Temple at the center of the region, blotting out the sky. Even some elemental creatures disturbed and corrupted by Twilight energy joined the assault.

The five-colored Dragons of Wyrmrest Temple immediately fought back. There was only so much they could take—the Dragon Legion had never before been actively besieged by an enemy, and they had been utterly humiliated. For a time, Dragons were fighting and slaughtering one another throughout the skies above Dragonblight.

Onyxian, the most powerful Twilight Dragon, seemed utterly unconcerned with the outcome of the war. The moment the battle began, he adopted a suicidal, all-or-nothing brawling style, leaving the Blue Dragon King Malygos, who was responsible for facing him, and the extremely life-loving and cowardly Black Dragon Princess Onyxia struggling to adapt.

That was hardly surprising. When someone charged in with the posture of a suicide attack right from the start, they might not value their own life, but others did. Others still wanted to live and enjoy life.

Black Dragon Princess Onyxia in particular had come merely to coast along. Her damage was even lower than her healing, and she fought with extreme caution, terrified of damaging her beloved gleaming scales. As for fighting to the death for Azeroth, that was out of the question.

The battle in the sky raged fiercely, while the ground was equally disgusting. N'Zoth from the predetermined fate timeline began rooting itself beneath the planet. Countless fleshy tentacles burst from the earth, forming a ground-to-air defensive line. While protecting its main body, they also blocked the Red