The Curtain Falls on the Old Era

Having only just realized where he was, Thrall had no time to react before dizziness overwhelmed him. It felt as though an invisible sledgehammer had struck him, sending him flying through the air before he crashed to the ground.

A priest was attacking him. Battle-hardened as he was, Thrall immediately understood his condition: he had been struck hard by a priest's telekinetic force. The one casting the spell on him was a priest clad in purple-red armor robes, his face hidden beneath a hood.

"Thrall." Just as he recovered his senses, Thrall heard someone calling out. Looking up, he saw Jaina launch an ice lance at the purple-robed priest in the distance, drawing his attention away. Then a green-skinned youth with chin tendrils, shielded by magic, charged forward with an amethyst warhammer.

"Jaina." Thrall watched the green-skinned youth rush ahead, then joined Jaina.

"It's good that you're all right. Zul'ra Jin said I had to capture this man. He's a priest of Twilight's Hammer." Jaina called to Thrall and rushed forward with her staff, helping the youth dispel the priest's magic and capture him.

"Thrall, don't stand there. Your task isn't to capture anyone. Watch for the right moment later." A bolt of lightning flashed, turning two humanoid figures of frost into drifting mist. Thrall turned to see Zul'ra Jin standing nearby, bare-chested, with a scythe blade in one hand and a short staff in the other.

"What moment?" Thrall hurried over to ask.

"I'll teleport everyone away. Then you'll do what you need to do." Zul'ra Jin instructed Thrall while glancing at the increasingly close sea below. Deathwing, carrying everyone on his back, was trying to plunge into The Maelstrom.

"All right." Thrall noticed the situation as well.

The mad black dragon was fighting desperately for his life in