Defeat

"Yo, Neltharion, we meet again."

Mordred led a group of guards behind him as he calmly passed by the black dragon's lair.

The black dragon stretched out its long, powerful neck and raised its ferocious head. One enormous vertical pupil narrowed slightly as it stared fixedly at Mordred and his party.

Mordred had long grown accustomed to Neltharion's draconic form, but the guards behind him were seeing a legendary dragon for the first time. Their faces paled with fright, and panic spread among them.

A brief disturbance arose in the ranks, but the army's usual strict discipline, coupled with Mordred's composure, gradually calmed them down...