Frozen Cataclysm

Sweat slowly rolled down her skin, the heat of the place unbearable. Her eyes watered. The pain... The rocky ground cut her palms, and she tried to crawl over to Ethan. "Not so fast, mortal." Sapphire cringed at the voice, and did not look up. If she did, she would be even more terrified. "You asked me a question, Sapphire Menethil. Who am I? I am Deathwing." Sequel of FS and FR