The Council Chamber of Stormwind Keep had been built exceptionally tall and grand. The Stonewright Brotherhood, formed from the Kingdom of Stormwind's finest masons, had brought human craftsmanship to its pinnacle. The chamber could hold nearly a hundred people at once, and its floor was covered in the finest white marble, arranged into a six-pointed star insignia of the Holy Light.
On either side of the hall, six doors led to six different places. Blue sashes were woven with the Kingdom of Stormwind's Lion Emblem. At the top of the nearly ten-meter-high hall stood a Baroque spire, with the kingdom's flag fluttering at its highest point. Splendid and imposing, it was regarded by everyone as a symbol of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
But this place, normally so full of dignity, was now suffused with a wild, savage presence. A terrifying monster had appeared here: a black dragon nearly sixty meters long, with vicious bone spurs covering her spine, six curved horns on her enormous head, and rows of backward-pointing teeth filling her open mouth.
Her yellow serpent eyes, each as tall as a person, were filled with anger and hatred at the ruin of her plans. She had finally revealed her true form-Katrana Prestor, daughter of Deathwing, the Black Dragon Princess, Onyxia! For the first time, she had finally revealed to the mortal world a form that could bring only madness and nightmares.
The plan had failed! She could only resort to the second plan!
The Black Dragon Princess's heart was filled with the misery and frustration of failure, but before she left, she had one last thing to do. The dragon lowered her head and looked at the old marshal, who had drawn his weapon. The fierce wind of her transformation had blown his hair up, yet he remained