Lord Wing vs. Deathwing

At the center of Planet Azeroth, in the Endless Sea, lay the Maelstrom.

The ocean was enraged and churning. Massive tsunamis and giant tornadoes formed one after another, then spread across the world, relentlessly battering the coastlines of the continents.

Thrall, who had officially stepped down as Warchief of the Horde, was leading the Shamans and Druids of the Earth Ring here, working day and night to soothe the furious ocean and pacify the rampaging elements.

But their efforts had achieved very little. It seemed that some major upheaval had occurred in the Deeprock Continent beneath the Maelstrom.

The rage of the ocean and earth was abnormal. Thrall now deeply suspected that certain beings were taking advantage of this opportunity to fan the flames from behind the scenes, bringing further suffering to this world.

As the saying went, misfortunes never came alone, and blessings never arrived in pairs. Just as the Earth Ring was at a loss, a dragon's roar resounded through the skies.

"Deathwing from the predetermined fate timeline, prepare to face the enemy!"

The Earth Ring members immediately cried out in alarm. This truly was adding frost to snow.

The Maelstrom was already chaotic enough, and now this mad dragon had come to join the fray. How were they supposed to calm the enraged elements now?

"No one can stop me! The destruction of the World of Azeroth shall begin here! Twilight Judgment shall bring about the end of all things! I am the Cataclysm!"

Deathwing beat his wings and hovered directly above the Maelstrom, not even sparing a glance for the tiny mortal insects below as he busied himself proclaiming his world-ending declaration.

Then, in the next moment, Deathwing from the predetermined fate timeline was viciously struck by a thick Twilight Ray fired from afar, instantly sent