()The moment of the final battle had arrived.
Both sides frantically gathered their power, attempting to kill the other in a single blow.
Just then, a clear dragon cry rang through the sky. Flying in from behind Patrick was the Black Dragon Princess, Onyxia.
Onyxia swept over Patrick's head, opened her mouth, and unleashed an enormous blast of Sulfur Flame dragon breath at Deathwing.
"Your daughter and your Black Dragonflight have all turned against you. You really are a failure." Patrick had no objection to mocking him before the battle.
"Nefarian? Onyxia? Sinestra?~" Deathwing sneered.
"I don't care about them at all..."
"They're merely tools that are fairly convenient to use."
"You certainly have the makings of a ruthless overlord, but unfortunately, you aren't Neltharion. You're nothing more than a puppet of the Old Gods." Such was Patrick's assessment of Deathwing. "Let my magic cleanse your sins."
With that, an enlarged, thickened Arcane Energy Ray shot straight at Deathwing. From its appearance alone, this attack was far more powerful than the one at Wyrmrest Temple.
Deathwing once again countered with Chaos Breath, while the tentacles growing from the surrounding rocks also fired shadow rays, reinforcing his Chaos Breath.
The two enormous forces met, their violent collision producing a staggering explosion.
Gale-force winds swept past Patrick's ears.
The explosion sent huge waves surging outward across the sea, but the clash of energies continued. It was merely less violent now than at the moment of initial contact, yet space itself warped where the dragon breath and the ray met.
Patrick and Deathwing were locked in a stalemate. As the seconds ticked by, Patrick continually replenished himself with energy from the Well of Eternity, and Deathwing did much the same. Not only did he draw on the Force of Nature radiating from this