The Alliance gunship, Skyfire raced toward Deathwing, twilight drakes raced to intercept them, pouring their fel fire upon the Alliance and Horde forces aboard, yet the heroes would not be denied. A twist of fate had allowed the defenders to board the gunship and fly straight toward Wyrmrest. Yet once they had arrived Deathwing had ran, fleeing from his assault upon the temple, the dragon aspects joined Go'el and the Alliance and Horde as they raced after the destroyer, as he headed out to open sea.
His twilight creations had caught up with the gunship as they flew above the sea. Deathwing circled them, as he watched his twilight children attack.
Deathwing had wrought destruction to both the Alliance and Horde since his return to Azeroth's surface. With the destruction of the Horde's Gunship, The assault upon Stormwind, and now sending forth Alexstrasza's children, once the promise of the Red Dragonflight, now twisted into the twilight monstrosities that attacked them, the banded group would not be denied their vengeance.
While the Alliance and Horde repelled the twilight drakes and their riders, the dragon aspects and Go'el began their ritual, to pour all of their powers, granted them by the titans into the Dragon Soul, their last chance to destroy their fallen brother. As their spell began the world changed. Every living creature felt it, without exception, those who battled ceased their assault upon one another, but one.
A twilight dragon, like none they had seen before flew before Skyfire, his size second only to that of Deathwing himself. His eyes fixed upon the defender below as his maw opened, twilight flames raged within the dragon's mouth, as he prepared to unleash them.
Just as the dragon began to unleash his fire, his head moved to his left, turning his body to face something unseen by the forces upon Skyfire, the dragon unleashed his breath toward what he now faced, the gunship forgotten. A hand, gigantic in size and made of molten rock, came into the view of the defenders; the twilight fire hit the hand as if it was no more than a tiny spark. The hand reached out, grabbing the twilight dragon. The twilight dragon easily fit with the hands palm. The roar the twilight dragon cut off, as the hand squeezed, a sicking snapping noise filled the air. The hand opened, ash was all that remained of the monstrous dragon, which was quickly swept away by the wind, as the ash fell to the sea below, the twilight drakes around the giant began to burst into fire witch consumed them and their riders in a matter of seconds, filling the air with their ashes.
Those upon Skyfire watched in awe at the scene they had just seen. The twilight dragon, bigger than anything they had seen before had been wiped out, as if nothing more than a bug. Even the aspects had stopped their ritual to see what being could have done such as thing.
Those first to recover ran to the edge of the gunship, leaning over the edge to watch as the giant raised itself out of the oceans waters.
The giants body appeared made out of solid granite, both hands shone red, the granite turning molten at the elbow and burning hotter the closer it got to the hands, the tips of each finger burning with a white light. The body was supported by vortex of water which swirled from the ocean, surrounding the granite body. The head appeared like that of an elf, pointed ears, and sharp features, blades of grass, gigantic in size fell from the giants scalp like hair, upon its body runes pulsed with a golden light, while millions of tiny blue orbs swarmed about the giants waist.
Go'el had watched the giant raise itself from the ocean depths, he could sense the elements and spirits joy at the sight of the creature, yet he knew it was something more, much more then it appeared. He knew the face of the giant that stood before him, and in that moment knew that his and Illidan Stormrage's paths would be forever entwined.
Deathwing watched his greatest creation's destroyed within an instant. The sight of such a thing humbled him, the madness of the Old Gods was lifted from his eyes as he looked upon the being that pulled itself from the ocean of Azeroth, and he knew fear. Yet the Old Gods will was too strong, to desperate to fight for more than a few moments, as once more their madness mixed with his own, forcing him to lash out toward the giant that stood before him.
Go'el heard the roar; he turned to watch as Deathwing raced toward the giant. The dragon unleashed a stream of molten fire toward the giants face.
With astonishing speed for a creature so large the giants hand intercepted the attack, as the molten fire became one with the hand, the giant swatted Deathwing, as if he was no more than fly. The force caused gales force winds, which swirled around Go'el's robes, followed by the sound of bone shattered impact. Deathwing crashed into the waters below, yet did not sink, as the giant hand reached down, grabbing Deathwing. Steam erupted round the giant's hand, as it touched the waters. The hand emerged from the steam coming toward the gunship. Go'el looked round him, dragon, Alliance, and Horde members alike, had watched without moving as they witness what they had thought to be the world's single biggest threat humbled as if it was no more than a child. That a power existed upon the world unknown to them, caused to so questions, that they could do nothing but watch, and hope that the answers would reveal themselves.
While Go'el watched the giant, now frozen in position, its hand outstretch toward the gunship, as Deathwing lay, unmoving upon its palm, a light appeared before him and the aspects.
Go'el watched as the light took on a form. 'Stormrage.' He said, naming the figure that stood before them.
The figure of light turned to face Go'el as it spoke to him mentally. 'Greetings Go'el, son of Durotan, Shaman to the world. We speak through that one, he has given us form.' The figured then turned toward the dragon aspects. In their human form they dropped to their knees, humbling themselves before it. 'Rise my children, you are of me, and as such we are equal.'
'How can this be?' Said Alexstrasza, stepping toward the figure of light.
'In time my child. Now as for your brother, I failed in my charge. The Old Gods have been allowed to influence the world once more, Nefarian was one of the first to fall to ruin, and I would see this wrong righted. With the power of the Dragon Soul I will see this come to pass.'
The figure extended its arm toward the Dragon Soul; the disc flew into its open palm. A golden light swirled out of the disc, flowing toward Deathwing, surrounding him in an aura of golden light, that connected him and the disc, sucking Deathwing into it as if he was nothing more than water. As the last of Deathwing's body entered the disc it began to glow, two forms of light began to pour forth from the disc, a black darkness, as if all light and life that entered it disappeared, and a golden and silver light, that shone as brightly as the figure before them. Within moments the Dragon Soul stopped glowing, the two lights hung within the air. The orb of darkness was grabbed by the figure of light, which placed it within its centre, trapping it within, where it slowly faded, hidden from view. The gold and silver light flowing once more to the giants out stretched arm, forming another tunnel, which poured the light into the palm.
The dragon aspects gasped as the body of Nefarian, the Earth Warden formed, not the monstrous disfigured body of Deathwing, but the proud form of their brother, in all his former glory, scales of ebony covered his body, shining like gems. Where the scales parted they could see the flesh, veins the colour of silver and gold flowed, and the skin shined, as if covered with precious stones.
The figure looked upon the aspects and Go'el, 'Now come, we have much to speak of, the darkness may have passed, but the black sun rises.'