The Way to Survive

Northrend, Dragonblight.

The deep-purple Twilight domain that had occupied the entire sky had lost both its energy source and controller, and was now slowly dissipating. Onyxian's massive body plummeted from the sky before smashing viciously into the ground.

This unnaturally created mad dragon had finally fulfilled the goal of his life: he had killed himself.

As the most powerful Twilight Dragon, Onyxian's energy and physical structure had always been extremely unstable. That was the price of defying nature and forcibly creating a new dragon species.

You were not a Titan. You had neither the ability to uplift species nor the power of creation. If you forcibly achieved all that through reckless crossbreeding and artificial creation, the only result would be extremity and failure.

Yes, I was talking about you, Deathwing!

However, Mr. Deathwing of the Sarodar timeline had been relatively restrained. After all, he had not yet fallen into extreme obsession and complete madness. The Twilight Dragons he created therefore leaned toward a more conservative style—hybrid products of existing dragons, at most given some external modifications later on and fitted with strange parts. They had quite the style of Scourge Legion stitched constructs.

As for products like Onyxian, Lord Wing had never even considered them. Nor did he want to play at some Hour of Twilight and launch a suicidal attack himself.

Thus, although the Twilight Dragon legions of the two timelines shared the same name, the nature of their dragons was vastly different.

Back to the matter at hand: as that terrifying Twilight domain fully activated, Onyxian's body began to collapse at high speed. He was coming apart.

Forcibly wielding power that did not belong to you, power beyond your own limits, could only end in a miserable death.

Violent Twilight energy tore through his body. Like a leaking