"Something's trying to engulf this place in its foul magic. Something below. Is it...this Chained God they speak of?"

A rising god, trying to take them over in the process? Replace them? How many has it already managed to claim? Grim thoughts that still help him focus as his double swipes. Anduin presses his weight back to maneuver both him and Wrathion out of the way, before pivoting to allow the dragon to take a swipe with that blade of his.

Over his shoulder, another blaze of light crackles to life, searing the side of the double's face in the process.