There's something else, too. He knows what must be done, though how he knows he cannot quite say. It's like a restless presence stirring in his mind, eyes opening slowly to the truth.

Is this what Wrathion felt, he thinks, staring at the back of the dragon's head. Did he take pleasure in the act of betrayal, of successfully fooling his only friend? Or was there any remorse in him at the time?

Anduin's lips thin. He supposes he'll learn.

The blow comes while Wrathion's focus is elsewhere, a surprisingly strong strike to the back of the dragon's head, only meant to stun him long enough to do...to do what was necessary here.