Varian Wrynn's words were stirring. By comparison, Jaina was far calmer and more concise.
Jaina said, "Onyxia, you're trapped in a cramped cave. Even with your wings spread, you can't take to the skies. You have no way out. Surrender, Onyxia! I'll send you to Wyrmrest Temple and ask the five dragonflights of Dragonkind for help. Perhaps they can purify you, return you to the right path, and let you take up your duty as a Dragon Aspect once more!"
"Onyxia!"
VanCleef held the Cruel Barb and wore the Bloodfang Set. His face was expressionless, but the fires of hatred blazed in his eyes.
He pointed his shortsword at Onyxia and roared, "Onyxia! You were the one who tore our families apart! You were the one who drove us from our homes! You were the one who made us suffer and struggle all these years without ever knowing who our true enemy was! You, with your treachery and deceit, your cruelty and terror!"
"And now, the time for vengeance has come!"
"Our cause is just, and we will bring you down!"
Shawn silently applauded.
They truly were the leaders of their respective factions. Varian Wrynn, Jaina, and VanCleef were all skilled at speeches and rousing others. Their speaking styles differed, but each had the power to stir people's hearts.
Each placed themselves on the side of justice, casting a righteous glow over everything they did.
Onyxia was a dragon who had lived for untold thousands of years. She had watched the world change beyond recognition, known kindness and cruelty, and tasted every joy and sorrow life had to offer. How could a mere handful of words sway her?
She sneered, and her voice rang out, laden with boundless allure.
"Varian, my dear little king, without my assistance all these years,