Anduin regards the chains, thick and heavy. He finds himself reminded, oddly, of those moments in Garrosh's cell, watching the massive orc regard him from under their weight, feeling his heart beating in his ears with fear. With anger.
He tries to reach for the Light, for some semblance of calm, but at the last moment he hesitates. Instead his gaze follows Wrathion as he approaches the door, before rising to the inscription above. The Sleeper awakes.
"That's not ominous in the least," he murmurs, before stepping closer to join the dragon. Of course it couldn't be as simple a thing as pushing the door open and stepping inside. This is the resting place of a god, pilgrims gather themselves to attend, and surely there is some sort of test or trial to accompany such a journey.
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He tries to reach for the Light, for some semblance of calm, but at the last moment he hesitates. Instead his gaze follows Wrathion as he approaches the door, before rising to the inscription above. The Sleeper awakes.
"That's not ominous in the least," he murmurs, before stepping closer to join the dragon. Of course it couldn't be as simple a thing as pushing the door open and stepping inside. This is the resting place of a god, pilgrims gather themselves to attend, and surely there is some sort of test or trial to accompany such a journey.
What would the Chained God ask, for entrance?