Gruul's weakened body fell from the sky. A free fall from several thousand meters would leave even a true stone creature more dead than alive. Although its injuries would certainly heal rapidly once it touched the ground, neither Deathwing nor Dick intended to give it a chance to escape.
The former wanted its life, while the latter... needed it to become a weapon!
Bang!
The Ogri'la Highlands, already cleaved in two down the middle, suffered another devastating blow. The instant Gruul struck the ground, it was as though a high-yield bomb had detonated underground. The battered earth heaved upward, and layers of burning soil mixed with the surface earth, which had already turned to something like magma, surged in every direction.
At the center of the impact, the blazing flames seemed to be pressed downward by an invisible hand. Rolling fire was flung outward, and in an instant, the ground seemed shrouded in a dark storm. Streams of flame lashed and coiled, leaving the entire Ogri'la Highlands in chaos.
Hum!
The moment the immense storm of dirt raised by the fall subsided, a huge portal appeared around Gruul's body. The pulsing magical energy seemed to have a life of its own, wrapping little by little around the Gronn King, who had sunk into the earth. Then, amid shattered white light, the gronn buried in the soil vanished.
It was teleported to Shadowmoon Valley, where the demon hunters waiting to receive it would handle its subsequent imprisonment. The modification of this war beast would take place in Ulduar. Nowhere else could guarantee complete suppression of such a powerful transcendent creature.
Of course, that was not the most pressing matter at hand...
Deathwing struggled to hold himself steady. Gruul's dying struggle had torn away a full third of his enormous left wing.