The End

Nefarian first breathed a stream of dragonfire. While everyone was busy defending themselves, he swiftly spoke in the Dragonkin tongue. Then, before the dragonfire had even faded, he lunged at Lo'Gosh. Nefarian knew how much his sister cared about the child in Lo'Gosh's arms, so he controlled the flames carefully. Though Lo'Gosh was engulfed in dragonfire, he was unharmed apart from the heat.

The dragonfire blocked everyone's view, so Lo'Gosh was especially cautious. He pulled Anduin closer and held his sword in front of the child, ready to cut down any enemy who dared reach for him.

Within the crimson dragonfire, two shadows gradually grew darker as they rushed toward Lo'Gosh, one behind the other. When they passed through the flames and reached for him, Lo'Gosh did something no one expected. He cut his palm with Sarathor, then held it to the baby's mouth. Anduin was hungry.

Smack!

Onyxia, who had been sneaking up behind Lo'Gosh, suddenly slammed Nefarian—the one distracting him from the front—into the ground. As the dragonfire faded, the tense crowd stared at the scene in stunned silence, unable to understand why Onyxia had suddenly attacked her own brother.

"Onyxia! What are you doing?!"

Nefarian watched as Onyxia gradually returned from her Dragonkin form and shouted at her.

"Brother—"

Onyxia lifted her head, revealing the eyes hidden beneath her long hair. Looking into his sister's eyes, Nefarian was astonished to see that her mind had cleared and her earlier madness was gone.

"You've finally come to your senses? Good. Then let's go!"

With that, Nefarian spread his wings, ready to carry Onyxia away, but she pushed him back.

"Yes, brother. I've come to my senses. Varian was right. I've always looked up to our father—to the Earth-Binder he once was: gentle, approachable, honest, and selfless. And now