"That does seem to be the Chained God's domain, chaos. A creature said to birth, consume, and birth the world again. A creature of war and violence."
Of chaos.
He moves further down the narrow halls, fingers flexing as he tries to close out the intrusion. They have no time for this, no time for whatever games this creature plays. Irritation runs over his skin, prickles at him. Has he not slain an Old God before? Who is this Chained God compared to N'Zoth the Corruptor? Wrathion is, surely, well versed on this topic. He should --
The narrow hallways turn again, ever heading downwards, and in the distance Wrathion spots something now: a doorway, of some description, seemingly covered in chains. He supposes they do have a theme.
The dragon glances back and upwards, listening for any followers, but it's just the two of them for now.
"Here," he prompts, and moves towards it. This must be what they seek, after all, there's no other path to take.
no subject
Of chaos.
He moves further down the narrow halls, fingers flexing as he tries to close out the intrusion. They have no time for this, no time for whatever games this creature plays. Irritation runs over his skin, prickles at him. Has he not slain an Old God before? Who is this Chained God compared to N'Zoth the Corruptor? Wrathion is, surely, well versed on this topic. He should --
The narrow hallways turn again, ever heading downwards, and in the distance Wrathion spots something now: a doorway, of some description, seemingly covered in chains. He supposes they do have a theme.
The dragon glances back and upwards, listening for any followers, but it's just the two of them for now.
"Here," he prompts, and moves towards it. This must be what they seek, after all, there's no other path to take.