As the princess of the Black Dragons, Onyxia was born with immense power.
However, perhaps influenced by her father and brother, Onyxia had never solely pursued brute force. Instead, she prided herself on her intelligence and cunning.
In fact, the Black Dragonflight, despite being guardians of the earth, had a tradition of deception and scheming.
Ten thousand years ago, Neltharion used his wits to create the Dragon Soul, exploiting the weaknesses of the other four Dragon Aspects and nearly wiping out the Blue Dragonflight.
His achievements in subterfuge were undeniable.
Even Onyxia's brother, Nefarian, was not a simple opponent. As Deathwing's eldest son, his greatest strength was not the sheer power of the Black Dragonflight, but his intellect and mastery of magic.
He conducted numerous experiments on dragon bloodlines, even creating the Chromatic Dragonkin—biological weapons of terrifying strength—by fusing different dragon essences.
Onyxia followed in her father and brother's footsteps, weaving her way through mortal society, manipulating them with her deceit, and toying with them like pieces on a chessboard.
Yet now, this self-proclaimed cunning Black Dragon Princess found herself defeated in the very field she was most proud of.
She had attempted to disguise herself as a human to gather intelligence through deception, only to be deceived herself by a human mage. As a result, she had fallen into a dire predicament.
Alaric's field magic proved highly effective against Onyxia.
The enchantment embedded within her body formed a field-like cage, firmly restricting the Black Dragon Princess's form, preventing her from reverting to her true dragon shape. This, in turn, robbed her of her immense power.
For the first time, she experienced a suffocating frustration—one where she was unable to fully exert her strength.
Not even her father or brother had ever made her feel this way.
Unable to forcefully transform, Onyxia attempted to dispel the magic that bound her.
While she was not as proficient in magic as her brother, her abilities were still formidable enough to earn her the title of Archmage in Dalaran.
However, as the arcane glow began to flicker in her hands, the others were not about to give her the chance to cast a spell.
Vereesa had already drawn back her bow, her Starfall Arrows shimmering with arcane energy, aiming straight for the dragon princess's chest.
From the shadows, Garona's daggers, Kingsbane, gleamed ominously as she launched a deadly sneak attack from behind.
Kurdran's warhammer crackled with the power of thunder. The Wildhammer dwarf roared as he charged at the dragon princess.
Meanwhile, Alaric carefully observed Onyxia's spellcasting, preparing to counter her magic. Of course, before that, he had already instinctively cast a protective barrier around himself.
Facing the siege of these mortals, Onyxia frowned.
If she were in her dragon form, she could completely disregard such attacks. Her dragon scales alone would be enough to nullify all of them.
But now, trapped in her humanoid form, she had only managed to partially dragonize herself to enhance her defenses. Yet even so, she was still bound by the limitations of a mortal body.
In her current state, she could not afford to take all these attacks head-on.
The rogue's daggers and the ranger's arrows, in particular, filled her with a sense of danger. The warrior's attack, while imbued with elemental force, was the least of her concerns.
With no other choice, Onyxia abandoned her spellcasting and focused on dealing with the immediate threats.
Though she appeared as a relatively slender young woman, she was, after all, a dragon in disguise. Her scaled defenses and immense raw strength made her combat prowess akin to that of an elite warrior.
She leaped forward without hesitation, launching an attack on Kurdran—choosing the Wildhammer dwarf as her breakthrough point, as his offensive capabilities were weaker than those of the rogue and ranger.
Facing the lightning-infused warhammer that carried devastating force, Onyxia countered it with a single bare hand—though her hand was now covered in dragon scales and had grown razor-sharp claws.
A thunderous crash echoed as claw met hammer, metal clashing violently with raw power. Neither side gave way; neither retreated.
No, in reality, Kurdran was the one at a disadvantage. As the attacker, he had gathered his strength longer, while Onyxia, though meeting his charge head-on, had done so more abruptly.
This meant that Onyxia's sheer strength surpassed that of the Wildhammer dwarf, a race famed for their physical might.
However, as a warrior, Kurdran showed no signs of retreat. He raised his hammer high once more and roared:
"Taste my Thunder Strike!"
Lightning gathered on his hammer again, a technique akin to a shaman's elemental magic. It was a unique ability of the Wildhammer dwarves, who had forsaken subterranean life to embrace the wilds and nature.
The next moment, Kurdran leaped high into the air, bringing his warhammer down toward the ground with immense force.
If the hammer struck the ground, the resulting shockwave and surging lightning would stun all enemies nearby.
Yet, despite facing such a powerful attack, Onyxia remained calm.
She merely shifted her position slightly and raised her arms in front of her chest.
As the shockwave from the Thunder Strike rippled outward, she used the momentum to propel herself backward, allowing the force of the impact to push her away.
Even worse, her trajectory led her straight toward Vereesa.
From the very beginning, the sly and cunning Onyxia had set her sights on the relatively inexperienced Vereesa.
Though the elven ranger was a prodigy, deadly in ranged combat and proficient in close-quarters combat as well, she lacked real battlefield experience—she was too green.
Onyxia had seen through her weakness at a glance. Her supposed attack on Kurdran had merely been a ploy to get close to Vereesa.
Now, she had perfectly adjusted her posture mid-air, ready to unleash a devastating blow on Vereesa with the same claw that had just matched Kurdran's warhammer.
Caught off guard by Onyxia's sudden advance, Vereesa panicked. She reflexively fired an arrow at the dragon princess, but in her flustered state, the shot went wide.
She stood frozen, eyes locked on the approaching dragon, completely overwhelmed.
"Damn it!" Alaric cursed, his brows furrowing deeply. In this moment of crisis, he had no time for elaborate strategies—he could only react instinctively.
He teleported directly in front of Vereesa, using himself as a shield to take Onyxia's strike.
Unlike Vereesa, however, Alaric, as a mage, had prepared multiple layers of defenses.
Onyxia's claws struck his magic shield with full force, but before she could break through it, a pre-set spell was triggered.
A powerful Repulsion Field burst forth like an invisible warhammer, sending Onyxia hurtling backward.
Vereesa was saved.
But before they could celebrate, they realized something alarming—Onyxia had truly been sent flying.
Yes, despite her humanoid form, her forced partial dragonization had granted her a pair of proportionally smaller dragon wings.
Previously, she had refrained from using them, making everyone overlook their existence.
Now, she flapped her wings, taking to the skies.
"Mage, this time, you win." From above, Onyxia spat bitterly, her voice laced with resentment. "But don't celebrate too soon.
The humiliation you have dealt me today—I will repay you in full someday!"
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