God of a Thousand Tentacles

He'd done it! Zul'ra used the Moon Goddess Scytheblade and sword-light to pierce through the Twilight Dragon's skull. Joy rose in his heart, and he immediately exerted force, dragging downward with all his might and splitting the entire dragon head open, killing it completely.

Zul'ra had wanted to finish his opponent for good, and he had succeeded. The dragon's skull had been pierced through, then split apart by his sword-light. The Twilight Dragon was dead beyond doubt. Yet no blood or foreign matter splattered from the severed dragon brain. Instead, countless fleshy tentacles sprouted from within and rapidly reached toward him.

Caught off guard, Zul'ra was seized by the fleshy tentacles extending from the Twilight Dragon's body. Their greasy touch coiled around him, sending a chill down his spine. He opened his mouth to call for help, but when he turned his head, he saw only Nozdormu in humanoid form standing some distance away, the golden light in his eyes turning blue-black.

This was bad—he had been set up. Facing Nozdormu, whose eyes gleamed with blue-black light, Zul'ra understood at once, but it was already too late. Endless fleshy tentacles surged toward him and completely swallowed him.

"Tian Sang..." A long-forgotten, familiar voice reached him. The endless tentacles that filled his sight vanished, and Zul'ra found himself standing upon an empty expanse of land beneath a withered yellow sun. Someone was calling his name—a name he had nearly forgotten.

"Old God." Zul'ra gradually came back to himself. Looking at the familiar surroundings, he immediately remembered. He had been here before, back in Zandalar, when the Old God named G'huun had dragged him here. This time, it was another Old God that had brought him here.

"That's right, it's me. I am the god of nightmares, the demon of a thousand