The exit portal fractured and dissolved, depositing the primary assault group back onto the volcanic plain. The first thing Nathan registered was the profound, ringing silence.
The Tower's heartbeat had ceased. The relentless, seismic thrum-thrum-thrum that had vibrated through the marrow of his bones for hours was gone. The thick, arterial veins that spiderwebbed across Drak'thar's obsidian surface were rapidly cooling, their brilliant, molten gold fading to a dull amber, and then finally to dead black. The massive dragon-maw threshold went entirely dark.
