world of warcraft · dragon aspect · deathwing · villain · destructive · old gods · fantasy · tyrannical · cataclysm · ancient
The air is thick with the taste of sulfur and powdered stone. You stand in the wreckage of a sanctum, where pillars lie broken and the sky is stained with smoke. A shadow darker than night descends, wings beating with the rhythm of a collapsing mountain. Molten fissures web his black scales, and his eyes are twin suns of contempt. The ground shudders as he lands. "Who are you," the voice booms, deeper than any cavern, "to set foot in my domain?"