The area around the tower instantly became a vast sea of fire. Countless buildings burned in the searing flames, and countless antlike orcs wailed in agony amid the inferno. In the buildings struck directly by the flames Neltharion breathed, even the stone was melting.
"So you won't hand it over!" Neltharion's patience had run out, for he still could not sense the Dragon Soul. "Then you can all die!"
Neltharion beat his wings and took flight, breathing fire in every direction as he swept low over Grim Batol. Wherever he passed, buildings collapsed in swaths like dominoes along his flight path, while the flames he spewed rampaged like a flamethrower through a field of dry straw.
In mere moments, almost all of Grim Batol had been razed. Only a few isolated buildings remained standing, trembling precariously, while the entire city lay submerged in a vast ocean of flames and thick black smoke.
Neltharion could no longer sense a single living orc here, yet his fury only intensified, because he still could not sense the Dragon Soul.
"Aah!" Standing in the heart of the enormous inferno, Neltharion threw back his head and roared in frustration! Of course, in his dragon form, that cry emerged as an enraged dragon's roar!
"Neltharion, we've finally found you, traitor! You have defied the will of the Titans. Hand over the Dragon Soul!" Amid Neltharion's furious roar, which pierced the clouds, four enormous dragon figures appeared above Grim Batol, each a different color: red, blue, green, and bronze.
"Ha ha! Ha ha!" Neltharion was so enraged that he laughed. "The Dragon Soul is right here in Grim Batol. Find it yourselves, fools!"
With that, Neltharion abruptly snapped his wings and flew outward, intent on breaking through the four dragons' encirclement.
"Trying to leave? You won't escape