Chromatus was dead. His body was charred all over, and a huge hole ran straight through it.
Clearly, Chromatus was not Deathwing. He was a pure dragon who had not been modified by the Old Gods, and he could not have been any deader.
All four Dragon Aspects breathed a sigh of relief. At least this enormous threat was gone.
At the same time, the four Dragon Aspects looked thoughtfully at Patrick in midair.
Deathwing, so powerful and arrogant, had actually been driven off by Patrick. Both Alexstrasza and Ysera now looked at Patrick in a different light.
Only Malygos, the Aspect of the Blue, had pride filling his eyes. He's an ally of us Blue Dragons, and a founding member of the Arcane Pact.
"Dragon Aspects, we need to keep going." Thrall pointed at the Black Dragons and Chromatic Dragons in the distance.
The four Dragon Aspects poured their power into Thrall again. Another golden-white laser shot out, sweeping across the approaching Black Dragons and Chromatic Dragons.
Any part of the Black Dragons' and Chromatic Dragons' bodies that touched the laser vanished instantly. Some Chromatic Dragons had their entire bodies swept away, leaving only two wings to fall from the sky. Others were sliced in half, losing all signs of life as they plunged headfirst into the sea.
"Well done, well done." Watching the Black Dragons die in droves, the Aspect of the Blue grew exhilarated and urged Thrall to keep shooting them down with the Dragon Soul, just as Deathwing had done to the Blue Dragons all those years ago. "Keep going. Wipe out those Black Dragon remnants."
"Deathwing has fled toward the Maelstrom. Root him out for good." Patrick's magically synthesized voice rang out across the battlefield. "Don't let Deathwing seize another chance to escape."
With that,