Infusion

Deathwing's laughter always created a booming sound in the air. Before him was a deep, dark purple haze, within which sat a colossal form, almost as large as himself. It was a dragon.

A pair of gleaming eyes were also fixed on the Black Dragon Aspect. Deathwing laughed again, unaware that every time he showed such a gleeful expression, the thousands upon thousands of Twilight minions waiting outside would also let out an excited shout.

"My child..." Deathwing said.

The dragon in the mist darkened its expression, seemingly disliking the title.

After a brief pause, the voice rang out again. "Onyxian."

"This is my name," the dragon thought. His father had also told him that his name was Onyxian.

"Do you like this name?" the Black Dragon Aspect asked.

Whether he liked it or not didn't matter. Onyxian desperately wanted to attack Deathwing, but a certain thought hidden in his mind suppressed this desire.

It's not the right time yet, it's not the right time yet.

"That's a... powerful name."

A deafening laugh erupted from Deathwing's throat, and the lava on Obsidian Sanctum churned.

"Yes, a powerful name." The Black Dragon Aspect repeatedly slammed his forepaws into the ground, sending rocks crashing down into the cave and injuring many dragonkin Twilight's Hammer members. Neltharion believed victory was within his grasp, and soon the insects that stood in his way would be swept away. "Your name is Onyxian! You will destroy the hope of this world. Come, let this world see your true face. Let the Guardian Dragons realize that their destroyer has arrived."

"I am also a dragon..." Onyxian moved forward, the mist receding from both sides. Now Neltharion could see it clearly. This Twilight Dragon was a hundred times more powerful than the previous Chromatus. Many restless energies flowed around him, and even Deathwing felt somewhat uneasy.

However, Onyxian's response enraged the Black Dragon Aspect. "No, you are not a dragon!" he said, while the Twilight Dragon merely looked at him with a calm gaze as he went mad. "You are my creation, my ultimate creation."

Seeing that Onyxian did not respond, Deathwing cast a suspicious glance at Twilight Dragon.

Is he really in control of himself?

The Worldbreaker was unsure whether this being, whom others saw as a monster, was as innocent and ignorant as other newborn children, or whether he was hiding something.

"Onyxian... my ultimate weapon... what do you need?"

Onyxian sensed that Deathwing was testing him, and it was a dangerous question. Even when the Twilight Dragon was still a Dragon Egg, he had learned how and why his kind were created. What needs could such deformed dragons have? They were like machines, carrying out commands to kill and devour.

Therefore, Onyxian simply replied, "Hungry..."

Deathwing laughed again. "Of course you'll be hungry, but you'll have food soon enough." He was pleased with Onyxian's reaction. It seemed he had worried too much.

Everything was ready, and his comrades had gathered inside the Wyrmrest Temple. This was the perfect opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop. Deathwing roared, as if proclaiming the end of the world.

The four Dragon Aspects and Thrall stood atop the Wyrmrest Temple. The Dragon Soul floated in mid-air among them. Its presence sent a chill down Alexstrasza's spine. In a way, it reminded her of the ritual over ten thousand years ago that imbued the artifact with the power of the Guardian Dragons.

"The Dragon Soul is here; now it's time for its user." Alexstrasza looked at Thrall. Compared to when he was first told his mission, the leader of the Earthen Ring was no longer as surprised, but he still had doubts.

Once, a mortal successfully used the Dragon Soul to enslave the Dragonmaw Clan. He was an Orcs known as Nekrus the Skullcrusher, a despicable and shameless fellow. According to records, he emerged unscathed after using the Dragon Soul, unlike the Dragons who would suffer a backlash. This was indeed quite miraculous.

Thrall himself was an Orcs, and he felt immensely honored by the Guardians' trust, yet also deeply worried. "Can... I do it?"

"My friend," Kalecgos placed his hand on Thrall's shoulder, "From what we know, any dragon that uses this artifact will be devoured by its energy. This is a rule that existed when the Dragon Soul was created. Mortal races can use this artifact without being affected, but many mortals are seduced by this power, so we must choose someone trustworthy."

"This is extremely risky, Thrall." Ysera's soft voice drifted through the room. "Just as we can sense the Dragon Soul, Deathwing must know our purpose now. He will surely rush to the temple with his minions and stop us at all costs."

"I have no intention of questioning your wisdom," Thrall said humbly, "But there is no evidence that the Dragon Soul can definitely destroy Deathwing, and if we fail, we may not even be able to break out."

"So we must use all our strength." Alexstrasza could always inspire people with her words, but Thrall wanted to know what the Guardian Dragons were planning. The Queen of Dragons stared at the golden disc and said, "We will infuse it with the power of new Guardian Dragons, making it stronger than ever before."

"There's one more thing." Nozdormu stepped forward and stood beside Thrall. "This artifact contains the power of four Guardian Dragons, but not the power of the Earth-Warder. If we want to ensure victory, we must infuse it with a fifth power. Deathwing has fallen, and now our only hope is you, Thrall. No matter how weak you may seem, you are the one closest to the earth in this world, just as you are the leader of an organization called the Earthen Ring."

"Your words are an honor to me," Thrall said. "But I am not weak, nor are mortals. Not long ago, Ragnaros the Firelord, was killed by mortals, and before that, mortals had destroyed the Lich King and Kil'jaeden, the leader of the Burning Legion. We have always been Warrior who protect the safety of Azeroth. If I may be so bold, our concern for this world is no less than yours."

"Yes, I believe," said the Life-Binder. "We will stand shoulder to shoulder with mortals to dismantle the Twilight Judgment."