Neltharion watched the god struggle, then fail, then fall. He hovered in the air and stared as the god of leadership was dashed on the rocks below the cliff. He lay, unmoving. He knew better than to think he was dead, but for now...for now he was dead enough, and the threat to his plan was gone. He seized a great breath and roared his triumph--a dark, evil sound that brought only fear to those who heard it. Let all who dared challenge his might know, the dark god would not be easily defeated!
He leered a while longer at his enemy's body before dropping like a comet to the ledge outside the cave he held the female captive in. He glowed like an ember in the maw of the cave, the dark sky behind blotting his outline. He stared at the lioness' back, shaking with sobs, and grinned.
