The massive head of green mist was a new kind of horror in the dark night. But that wasn't the only terrifying thing. Even the whispers from the surrounding trees had gone silent, like whatever hid in the darkness didn't dare breathe under the weight of that presence.
Kelly felt her breath hitch, her lungs tightening as breathing suddenly became harder under the pressure of the thing hanging in the sky. Then a fresh wave of terror slammed into her when the head opened its mouth—if that deformity could even be called a mouth—and spoke.
"All hail Draeloth, the annihilating beast!"
Its voice rumbled like thunder, green mist shooting from its mouth and bursting in the sky like sickly fireworks—so huge they stretched from one horizon to the other.
"The Woe-Womb of Desolation!"
"The Shadow Before Time!"
"The Last Crown of Damnation!"
"The End-Script of the Ages!"
"Genesis of Ruin!"
"Breaker of Creation's Spine!"
"Scourge of the First Dawn!"
