The Dust Settles

The Twilight Dragon flew towards Okaz Island, near Theramore. The journey was long, but Onyxian didn't stop; he was filled only with excitement.

After several attempts, Twilight Dragon successfully located the person he was looking for. He wanted to roar to let them know he had arrived, but the person waiting for him would not allow him to do so.

He descended into the woods of Okaz Island, transforming into human form far from his target. This wasn't because he wanted to surprise her, but because he didn't want to disturb the human city he had discovered from afar.

There were traces of the Naga everywhere, but Onyxian didn't see any of those sea serpent-like creatures, which he guessed had been wiped out.

When Onyxian saw that figure from behind, his attention was more focused on the other person's missing left arm.

"Father?" Twilight Dragon greeted softly.

As Nathanos turned around, a complex mix of emotions swirled within both the dragon and the Undead. Onyxian's human form bore an eight-tenths resemblance to the young Nathanos, the only distinguishing features being his slightly golden eyes and the purple markings running across his left eye.

"Welcome back, my child." Nathanos smiled. "Before we welcome the new era, I'd like to hear one more piece of good news."

"My mission is complete." Onyxian's joy was palpable, a stark contrast to the fearsome demeanor he had displayed at Wyrmrest Temple. He was like a child returning to his father's side, brimming with life. "Deathwing is mortally wounded, but Thrall couldn't destroy him with the Dragon Soul. The Guardian Dragons must once again sacrifice the power of the Titans essence. They will become even weaker." At this point, Onyxian suddenly stopped, half of his joy fading.

Nathanos, sensing his thoughts, asked, "Have you seen her?"

"Mother, she..." Onyxian knew his father was referring to Alexstrasza, "I sensed some hostility from her, especially when I revealed why Thrall had failed; she even... looked at me with hatred."

"Anyone would be furious in that situation." Nathanos patted Onyxian's shoulder with his only remaining hand, relieved that he hadn't sensed the chaotic power. The Twilight Dragon had maintained complete control over his power. "There will be plenty of time for you to meet again."

"But you, Father," Onyxian said, "Don't look well, you..."

Nathanos shook his head. "I'm fine, I'm just not as agile as I used to be."

"There's always a way; you must have thought of one."

"Yes," The Witherer gave a reassuring smile, "But not now. Right now, we just need to enjoy a moment of Tranquility."

Twilight Dragon looked around. Across the sea, he could see the Dustwallow Marsh. Twisted, dark trees made up the entire area. "This place isn't very scenic. Why did you come here?"

"Do you know what's in that city?" Nathanos asked, pointing to Theramore.

Onyxian replied immediately, "I heard it's a place ruled by a human female mage. I don't know much else."

That's where your grandfather lived.

The human-like Twilight Dragon wanted to speak, but at that moment, he noticed the bitterness in his father's smile. Even when he was still in his egg, receiving his father's death power, he had learned about his father's past through that power. His father had suffered far more than he had imagined. First, he died saving his beloved; then he was betrayed by her; and then all sorts of dangers threatened his will to live. Onyxian admired his father, not only for his actions and decisions in the face of any situation, but even more so for his unwavering belief.

Twilight Dragon stepped back, leaving Nathanos in peace. He couldn't disturb his father's Tranquility. He had come to see his family, and so had his father. But he was fortunate; at least he could speak with his blood relative and meet him.

"I'm so sorry, I seem to have gotten too caught up in my memories." Nathanos spoke after seeing the setting sun in the sky. As he turned, he saw that Onyxian's gaze was fixed on the direction of the Maelstrom.

"They're finished," Twilight Dragon said, his calm tone earning a nod of approval from Nathanos.

The Witherer all faced the same direction. "So fast, but it feels like nothing happened."

"I felt it. The earth is recovering, and this cataclysm is over. The age of dragons has also ended, and the Guardian Dragons are now mortals. The only pity is that I was unable to witness that moment."

"Someone has already done it for you, child."

Onyxian snorted in dissatisfaction. "Sharing it with the Goblins is a bad idea. I'm not questioning your judgment, but you should let me complete the final task."

"I want to see you soon." Nathanos's answer melted away all of Onyxian's unhappiness. The Twilight Dragon couldn't help but reach out and hug his father.

"Me too, this is the best reward for me."

"No!" Nathanos shook his head. "That's not enough. I have a bigger gift for you."

Ohan's sword fell again, and yet another assassin who had infiltrated Maraudon died. She removed the assassin's mask and discovered it was a Blood Elf woman.

Two Forsaken carrying a stretcher approached and nodded to her.

"Clean it up," Ohan said. The body was quickly carried away as she wished.

After the two guards left, a mocking voice rang out behind the female Orcs: "You must be furious. You are so capable, yet he assigned you to guard a prisoner."

"So you knew you were a prisoner." Ohan thought to himself, thoroughly mocking Onyxia's instigation. "Don't forget who brought you in."

Then came the incessant roars echoing through the underground tunnels. Onyxia would never forget that the one who defeated her was none other than Ohan.

"Our princess doesn't seem very happy."

Ohan turned in surprise to see two figures approaching. One was undoubtedly one of her loyal servants, but the other left her speechless. She saw a young Nathanos standing before her. However, Ohan knew this man was not her master.

"Master." The female Orcs bowed to the Witherer first, then glanced at the other person before reporting her work, "Nine assassins infiltrated Maraudon, but I dealt with them all."

"Very good." Nathanos nodded, then said to Onyxian, "Look at the gift I've prepared for you, child. You'll love it."