The Black-Winged Tyrant's words of submission were laden with humiliation and resentment.
But she had already been incorporated into the loyalty system.
And Zong Shen had branded her with the mark of chaos.
So his figure remained suspended in the air, utterly unchanged.
He merely nodded slightly, looking down at the two legendary dragons, who had been completely subdued and could no longer offer the slightest resistance.
His indifferent gaze seemed to be checking the condition of two objects.
The dark golden light coiled around Orgrimmar and the Black-Winged Tyrant did not immediately dissipate.
Instead, it began making slight adjustments to the strength of its restraints.
The terrifying pressure exerted deep within their souls eased somewhat, allowing them to breathe and think.
But thinking was all they could do.
That light held their power firmly in check.
They could not muster even the faintest tremor of mana of their own accord.
"You took your time, but it was a sensible choice."
Zong Shen's voice reached clearly into the depths of both dragons' consciousness, like an imprint left by an icy law.
"Then the contract is established."
He asked for no additional oaths and demanded no elaborate ceremonies.
To him, a verbal promise of submission was far less binding than the absolute control he currently exercised over their souls and bodies.
The dark golden light itself was the most unbreakable contract of all.
With a slight shift of his thoughts, several gentle beams of light shone down once more from the bottom of the floating fortress.
The beams precisely enveloped the immense bodies of Orgrimmar and the Black-Winged Tyrant.
As the light flowed over them, the wounds left by their fierce battle and struggles began healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Their scales became smooth and whole again,