Zong Shen's calm voice became an icy law here.
Every sentence carved itself straight into Orgrimmar's soul.
He hovered in midair without so much as another glance at Orgrimmar's enormous, contorted, struggling body.
It was as though he were merely dealing with some insignificant piece of clutter.
The absolute control Zong Shen displayed with every gesture inspired more despair than any savage aura of power ever could.
Meanwhile, the Black-Winged Tyrant's shock and fury reached their peak.
After witnessing her ally Orgrimmar subdued as easily as a lamb awaiting slaughter, the fear of imminent death ignited the predatory ferocity in her bones, along with the rage of a lord dragon whose dignity had been trampled.
"Beilei!"
"Are you just going to watch your master treat your mother like livestock?!"
She no longer tried to attack Zong Shen.
The very thought had become utterly laughable.
She fixed her molten-gold dragon eyes on Little Blackie in the air and let out a hoarse roar, trying to use their last remaining bond to introduce a sliver of uncertainty.
Little Blackie's enormous head was bowed, and his equally molten-gold eyes held nothing but fathomless awe.
His mother's accusation did not shake him in the slightest.
His only emotional response was cold composure.
"Mother, when you deemed me worthless and wanted nothing more than to kill me, did you ever imagine this day?"
His voice echoed through the deathly silent canyon.
"My master's will is all that matters to me."
"So submission is your only way to survive."
"Survive?"
"By wagging my tail and begging like a dog?!"
The Black-Winged Tyrant let out a fierce roar, her dragon wings beating wildly and whipping up chaotic currents of air around her.
But no matter how fast her wings beat, she could not move an inch.
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