"Anduin," Wrathion shouts and as the door begins to open his struggles redouble. No, no, no he will not be left behind again. He will not. "Anduin," he continues, "release me --"
The door swings closed, and Wrathion is left alone.
For a moment, he feels shock reel through his body. A sense of unreality. This... this cannot be happening. A dream, an illusion perhaps?
Yet, no, the burn of Anduin's chains is real.
(You weren't worth his time, the shadows whisper. You mean nothing to him, he doesn't need you.)
That isn't true. That isn't true. None of this is true, and it's -- it's doing something to him, to Anduin. That must be it. His violent flailing begins anew, and all of a sudden he tears free of the chains. They burn his skin, but the burn fades away to only a shadow under his visage.
Then, he begins to attack the door. He doesn't care what this Chained God might do in retaliation, he's going after Anduin. Someone in the temple must have a way in, must they not? If he cannot break down this door, then he'll have to head up the stairs and find who can let him in.
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The door swings closed, and Wrathion is left alone.
For a moment, he feels shock reel through his body. A sense of unreality. This... this cannot be happening. A dream, an illusion perhaps?
Yet, no, the burn of Anduin's chains is real.
(You weren't worth his time, the shadows whisper. You mean nothing to him, he doesn't need you.)
That isn't true. That isn't true. None of this is true, and it's -- it's doing something to him, to Anduin. That must be it. His violent flailing begins anew, and all of a sudden he tears free of the chains. They burn his skin, but the burn fades away to only a shadow under his visage.
Then, he begins to attack the door. He doesn't care what this Chained God might do in retaliation, he's going after Anduin. Someone in the temple must have a way in, must they not? If he cannot break down this door, then he'll have to head up the stairs and find who can let him in.