Anduin simply nods tensely, as the two descend into halls that are more and more reminiscent of a cave. As if the temple itself were carved up out of the stone, and these tunnels had been here long before any worshipers had ever set foot here.
There's a gust of heat, and it brings to mind the caverns and crannies of Onyxia's lair. He can still remember the sound of the massive dragon's breath, the pounding of his heart as he crammed himself into a rocky crevice while her whelps snapped and snarled after him, trying to wriggle in--
And now he walks side-by-side by a young black dragon. Strange, the circles their journeys take them in.
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Anduin simply nods tensely, as the two descend into halls that are more and more reminiscent of a cave. As if the temple itself were carved up out of the stone, and these tunnels had been here long before any worshipers had ever set foot here.
There's a gust of heat, and it brings to mind the caverns and crannies of Onyxia's lair. He can still remember the sound of the massive dragon's breath, the pounding of his heart as he crammed himself into a rocky crevice while her whelps snapped and snarled after him, trying to wriggle in--
And now he walks side-by-side by a young black dragon. Strange, the circles their journeys take them in.