Powerful magical energy surged throughout the cage. Immol'thar absorbed the ambient energy into its body, recovering some of its strength.
Although it still fell short of Legendary standards, it barely qualified for the upper tiers of the Archmage level.
However...
It was facing a whole pack of monsters.
Everyone in Shawn's group except Shawn himself was qualified to take it on alone. Even Broll and Valeera, who were only High-Rank Professionists, had spent years fighting in the Arena, making their actual combat prowess nearly equal to that of the weakest Grand Professionists.
And then there were Shandris, Jaina, Aegwynn, and... Varian Wrynn!
When Varian Wrynn flew into a rage, rivers of blood flowed.
King Varian gripped Treebole, switched into Arms Warrior mode, and charged at Immol'thar.
The others had intended to help, but Jaina stopped them.
"He's suffered too much lately. Right now, he needs to let it all out," Jaina explained.
As expected of Azeroth's ever-present leading lady, who knew how to handle anyone, Jaina was absolutely right.
Immol'thar was enormous. Standing before it, Varian Wrynn was only about the size of one of its claws. But what did that matter?
King Varian was a Weapon Master with an immense wealth of combat techniques. He was also the man chosen by Goldrinn, the Wolf Demigod. He possessed the Wolf God's wildness and furious madness, along with the courage and defiance that had driven the Wolf God to challenge even Elune.
Never mind a mere Immol'thar-even if a Fallen Titan or the Void Lords stood before him, what did he have to fear?
It went without saying: Immol'thar was nothing but a paper tiger, while Varian Wrynn was a true wolf king.
The battle was one-sided from the very beginning.
Immol'thar had been imprisoned for thousands of years and had