Just moments ago, she had personally witnessed that adult black dragon surge into the sky alongside the explosion.
At that instant, everyone had despaired.
But after all this time, the dragon still hadn't come.
Why? Had reinforcements arrived?
So, in the midst of the fierce battle, Jaina cast her gaze into the distance, toward the harbor.
And then, she saw it.
The adult black dragon was circling above the harbor—diving, strafing, spewing flames.
And on the ground, a lone figure stood facing it.
There was only one reinforcement.
But she couldn't make out who it was.
...
Allen panted heavily, staring at the black dragon in the sky.
He was certain—he was no match for it. There was no way to defeat it head-on.
Looks like there's no choice.
He'd have to use that.
Command.
Under Command, the difficulty of the target's saving throw depended on his primary attribute—Charisma. The higher it was, the harder it would be to resist.
Allen took a deep breath and pulled up his system panel.
Now wasn't the time to hesitate.
He temporarily allocated 4 free attribute points into Charisma.
[Charisma: 32 → Charisma: 36]
[Congratulations. Your Charisma has surpassed 35. You have taken your first step toward godhood. You are about to touch the threshold of divinity. Main Quest II: Path to Godhood has been unlocked.]
What the hell is this?
But Allen didn't have time to check the newly unlocked quest. He could feel something within him undergoing a qualitative transformation.
He raised the Tidal Charm, seized from the naga prince, and aimed it at Sabellian in the sky.
The charm lit up with a deep blue glow.
Sabellian was just about to dive again when a sudden wave of dizziness hit him.
It felt like being smashed head-on by an invisible tidal wave—his vision spun, his consciousness blurred. His massive body wavered, nearly dropping from the sky.
Now!
Allen drew Xal'atath, Blade of the Black Empire, activating the Wild Sorcerer feature—Tides of Chaos.
[Tides of Chaos: Your next check is made with advantage. But your next spell will trigger a Wild Magic Surge.]
No time to worry about that.
He pointed at the black dragon still reeling in the air and cast Command.
In that instant—
Something opened its eyes in the void.
An existence—unspeakably evil, impossibly ancient—of shadow.
A sliver of its gaze slipped through a crack in the void and fell upon Sabellian.
Cold. Greedy. And carrying a strange… familiarity.
It whispered—just like the voices Sabellian had always heard flowing through his father's bloodline.
The voice said—
"Run."
[Saving Throw: Failed]
[Target Number: 22]
[Roll: 18 (First result: 19 +3 Wisdom modifier +3 Black Dragon bloodline bonus -2 Dazed; Second result: 14 +3 Wisdom modifier +3 Black Dragon bloodline bonus -2 Dazed; Disadvantage applies, lower result taken)]
[Where does that whisper come from? At first, it is like a murmur carried by the wind—distant and indistinct. Then it draws closer—from the depths of your mind, from the depths of your blood, from some forgotten corner of your being.]
["Run."]
[You sneer. You are an adult black dragon, a child of Deathwing, an ancient being who has lived for a thousand years. Why should you obey the command of a mere mortal?]
["Run."]
["Run."]
["Run."]
[The voice layers upon itself—first distant like a deep ocean current, then close as a whisper against your ear, and finally filling the entire world. There is nowhere to escape.]
["Run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run!"]
[Your pride yields.]
[Your sanity wavers.]
[Your instincts take over.]
Sabellian's mind went blank.
With a violent beat of his wings—
His massive body shot upward at terrifying speed, like a black meteor flying in reverse.
He didn't look back. Didn't hesitate for even a moment.
He didn't even spare that mortal another glance.
He just flew.
Flew desperately.
Fled in blind panic—away from this place, away from that terrifying mortal.
[Wild Magic Surge triggered!]
[Dice Roll: 34]
[Effect: The next damaging spell you cast deals double damage.]
...
On the flagship.
The battle raged fiercely.
Tagar Spinebreaker, chieftain of the Bonechewer clan, roared as he charged toward the Kul Tiras sailors rushing in to reinforce the flagship.
Muscles bulging, eyes blazing with bloodlust, he swung his massive battle axe—
One strike split a sailor—and his shield—clean in two.
"For the Horde!" his thunderous roar shook the deck.
Fenris, chieftain of the Thunderlord clan, fired arrows in rapid succession, each shot striking throats or hearts with deadly precision.
Death Knight Ragnok stood at the ship's edge, hollow eye sockets burning with eerie green fire.
He raised his runeblade—
A deathly aura spread from it, sapping the sailors' strength, filling them with dread, making them tremble.
"Kill them all," his voice echoed like it came from a grave. "That ship is ours."
And then—
A massive shadow swept across the harbor sky, moving at incredible speed—vanishing into the distant night in the blink of an eye.
Was that… Sabellian?
That bastard ran?!
Tagar froze, his axe hanging midair.
Fenris cursed loudly, his voice filled with disbelief and fury.
"That damned black dragon—what the hell is Sabellian doing?!"
Tagar joined in the shouting.
"I thought Deathwing's son was supposed to be something special! Turns out he's just a coward! A weakling! A lizard!"
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