Helpless as he was, reality was still reality. Patrick could only watch as Deathwing plunged headfirst into the Maelstrom, sending towering waves surging into the air.
This place seemed to be where the world ended, and also where everything began.
Patrick watched coldly from midair. The Discs of Norgannon spun rapidly behind him, ready to strike the Maelstrom at any moment.
In the end, Deathwing had still made it to the Maelstrom. Now Patrick could only destroy him here.
"Even you have betrayed me." Deathwing's body abruptly emerged from the Maelstrom as he uttered those strange words.
"You finally showed yourself." Patrick looked down from above at Deathwing's exposed head.
However, Patrick did not understand what Deathwing was roaring about. That anyone would dare to betray Deathwing outright was strange in itself.
"In that case, let me show you what a true Cataclysm is." The plates of Elementium Armor on Deathwing's arms began to fall away, turning into enormous tentacles that gripped the rocks protruding around the Maelstrom. "There are no illusions here, no future. All life is nothingness..."
This time, Deathwing no longer disguised himself as a dragon. The hole Patrick had blasted through his throat was gradually covered by tentacles as well.
Deathwing was no longer a member of the Dragonflight. Strictly speaking, he was already one of the Faceless Ones. The Old Gods' blessing was a double-edged sword. It constantly changed one's original appearance, until one was ultimately assimilated and controlled by the Old Gods.
Towering waves surged all around. Deathwing seemed to be preparing some powerful move.
No, he is merely unleashing the full version of the Cataclysm, Elune replied.
The earth shook and the mountains trembled, while waves blotted out the sky. For a moment, the effects could be felt across Azeroth, and this was