04-29-2018, 09:42 PM
Illidan wasn’t sure how easy the monstrosity’s trail would be to find from the air. He flapped his huge bat wings and dipped beneath the clouds. The meagre sunlight that struggled to the ground left much of the below surface in moving shadow, but Stormrage’s sight didn’t need it. The ragged scar ripped in the earth could not be ignored.
The edges of the tear curled up and around, as if some massive beast stood up out of the ground and it bent around its colossal frame. A black abyss filled the yawning hole. As Illidan soared over the top of the chasm, he realised he had seen the exact same image from his meditation. This was definitely the landmark he was seeking.
Illidan’s cloven hooves touched down on the edge of the hole. Magical energies still lingered in the soil, coiling upwards like coloured smoke in his magic vision. For something to have left such potent markers of its passing, let alone the giant rent in the earth, made Illidan question what sort of creature could have caused it. He plucked the upturned soil between his forefinger and thumb, rubbing the grains until they cascaded back to the ground. Was this a creation of Dracula? Maybe even the Burning Legion? Or did it simply exist as a wild beast, living dormant beneath the surface and periodically burrowing free to feed?
In any case, Stormrage couldn’t let this thing roam unfettered. He would need more than just his own power to bring it to heel, but first he had to locate and identify it. Searching aimlessly with an army was fruitless, and battling a creature with magic that was impervious to it was foolish. At least now Illidan knew the magical scent of the beast, and though it was faint in all directions from the wound in the earth, he would be able to identify it when he next came across it.
But what was his next move?
The edges of the tear curled up and around, as if some massive beast stood up out of the ground and it bent around its colossal frame. A black abyss filled the yawning hole. As Illidan soared over the top of the chasm, he realised he had seen the exact same image from his meditation. This was definitely the landmark he was seeking.
Illidan’s cloven hooves touched down on the edge of the hole. Magical energies still lingered in the soil, coiling upwards like coloured smoke in his magic vision. For something to have left such potent markers of its passing, let alone the giant rent in the earth, made Illidan question what sort of creature could have caused it. He plucked the upturned soil between his forefinger and thumb, rubbing the grains until they cascaded back to the ground. Was this a creation of Dracula? Maybe even the Burning Legion? Or did it simply exist as a wild beast, living dormant beneath the surface and periodically burrowing free to feed?
In any case, Stormrage couldn’t let this thing roam unfettered. He would need more than just his own power to bring it to heel, but first he had to locate and identify it. Searching aimlessly with an army was fruitless, and battling a creature with magic that was impervious to it was foolish. At least now Illidan knew the magical scent of the beast, and though it was faint in all directions from the wound in the earth, he would be able to identify it when he next came across it.
But what was his next move?
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