Missed

Enrage caused the Black Dragon Aspect to roar, his eyes blazing as he glared at Onyxian, while the Twilight Dragon also stared back at him with fury. The terrifying yet undeniable thought filled Deathwing's mind: Onyxian had betrayed him, and he was free.

"No!" The Worldbreaker charged toward the Betrayer at incredible speed.

However, Onyxian was faster; his massive body allowed him to transform into a phantom form in an instant. Deathwing passed through the Twilight Dragon's location, only to miss, but as he turned back, a gigantic tail lashed out at his head.

Dizzy and disoriented, the Black Dragon Aspect expended considerable effort to recover. He then unleashed a torrent of enraged molten lava, striking at Onyxian. The Twilight Dragon, not to be outdone, retaliated with blue frost magic. The two forces collided, the red and blue hues illuminating the purple of the Twilight Domain. Most surprisingly, Onyxian's power was comparable to Deathwing's.

"Damn reptile!" Deathwing roared. "I created you, I gave you power, and yet you dare to defy me."

Onyxian was engulfed in blazing flames, instantly teleporting to Deathwing and embracing the Worldbreaker with open arms. "I was never your creation, never! You merely used the corpse of a Twilight Whelp to absorb my mother's essence, then experimented on me. Without my father, I would have long since broken down and gone mad." The explosion shook the entire Dragonblight.

The Black Dragon Aspect retreated in shock. He was unharmed and knew that Onyxian was in the same situation, but he was puzzled as to why his Twilight Dragon possessed such consciousness. How could Onyxian have a mother, and who was his father?

As the smoke from the explosion gradually dissipated, Deathwing noticed many dragon shadows appearing within it. When he realized that these were merely dragon whelps to him, he was utterly speechless, only a muffled rumbling sound emanating from his throat.

"Undead?" Malygos exclaimed in surprise from the top of the Wyrmrest Temple. Around Onyxian, the corpses of many dead dragons swirled, all resurrected, their eyes gleaming with an ominous light. Some had broken wings, others only a single wing, yet they moved steadily through the air, propelled by some strange power.

"How... how do you know psychic magic?"

Onyxian ignored the question and said instead, "I didn't have to be here, but my father allowed me to come and 'repay' you for the torment you've inflicted upon me. Every time a Guardian Dragons's power merges into my body, my pain increases a thousandfold, ten thousandfold."

All the resurrected dragons lunged at Deathwing, able to wield the spells they had in life. The Black Dragon Aspect's breathing quickened. His magic, his claws, and his wings became weapons to obliterate the corpses. The shock that Onyxian had inflicted on him far exceeded the limits of his mental fortitude.

"I will destroy you."

Deathwing's rage caused his wings to spew forth extremely unstable magma and fire as he charged toward Onyxian, the resurrected dragons unable to stop him.

"You're the one who's going to die!" A bronze glint flashed in Onyxian's eyes. A feeling of weakness spread through Deathwing; his bones stiffened, like the creaking of his armor, and his thoughts became sluggish.

This was the power of time. The Black Dragon Aspect was astonished that Onyxian could master the abilities of the Guardian Dragons in such a short time. Before this weakness could cause even more terrible consequences, the Worldbreaker unleashed the power within his armor, finally breaking free from the shackles of time.

"You think you can deal with me like this?"

"In my opinion, that's enough!" Onyxian laughed loudly. Soon, his body transformed back into a phantom form. He did this for only one purpose: defense.

The Black Dragon Aspect immediately realized that he wasn't defending against his attack, but from another direction. Yes... he also sensed it—a power that had long since disappeared, yet was very familiar to him.

The Worldbreaker turned in alarm towards the Wyrmrest Temple, his pupils fixed on the deadly threat there. The shadow of an Orcs came into view, and in that instant, he thought of Ner'zhul, the Orcs who had enslaved Alexstrasza with the Dragon Soul. And now, another Orcs held the Dragon Soul, pointing it at him. The time Onyxian had bought him was also time he had wasted.

The ritual to Guardian Dragons is complete.

A golden beam of energy suddenly erupted from the disc. Deathwing couldn't dodge in time. His body was covered in armor, capable of defending against attacks of any degree, except for the essence of Titans power, which his hard shell couldn't withstand. In the instant he was struck, he knew that his former comrades had sacrificed the power of the Guardian Dragons for this opportunity.

Unfortunately, the Orcs let them down.

The Worldbreaker felt excruciating pain, but he wasn't dead yet; only a section of his spine was broken, along with a piece of metal plate armor. They had failed! The black dragon roared, and after a moment's pain subsided, he immediately took to the air. The Horde airships hovering in the sky were unfortunately shot down by his massive wings. Deathwing was fleeing.

"What happened? You... failed to hit him?" Nozdormu looked at Thrall in disbelief. Dragons cannot use Dragon Soul; among those present, only Orcs can. This is why he was chosen to deliver the fatal Deathwing.

The facts were staring him in the face, Thrall's green skin showed many noticeable wrinkles from surprise and confusion.

"This... is impossible, I clearly aimed at him."

"I saw it too," Ysera said. "That direction should be fine. But it seems... the power changed direction in mid-air, why?"

A deafening, ecstatic laugh erupted from Onyxian. The Twilight Dragon was still there, and had already flown before the Guardian Dragons. A mocking glint appeared in his eyes, especially at Nozdormu. "The simplest spell... Mirror Image!" he exclaimed. Kalecgos, the Blue Dragon Aspect, looked on with sudden realization, which only deepened his smile. Someone had used Mirror Image to shift their line of sight; Thrall had indeed aimed at Deathwing in his field of vision, but the Worldbreaker was not where he actually saw him.

"Did you do this?" the Arcanist demanded angrily. "You... weren't here to help us?"

Another round of laughter erupted. Onyxian glared at everyone except Alexstrasza. "Deathwing is fleeing to Deepholm. Before that, you have one more chance. Offer up your Guardian Dragons' power." The Twilight Dragon glanced at the fading Dragon Soul, then flew back the way it came without looking back, leaving the bewildered Guardian Dragons to clean up the mess.