After Melkor transformed the fire elementals of planet Azeroth into Balrogs, he commanded them to hide deep within the bowels of the earth. Their embered bodies burned silently, slipping into the innermost layers of the world, carrying with them an unspoken will of darkness.
The members of the Pantheon watched the result of Eru Ilúvatar's music-born magic with a sense of awe they had never known before. For them, it was the first time witnessing the power of creation born from the song of the cosmos—a miracle that transcended the boundaries of magic and cosmic technology.
As the Valar, the Pantheon, and the Titan-forged watched the Balrogs vanish into the earth's core, a melodious voice suddenly echoed once more across the entire Warcraft universe. The song was more than mere melody; it was the will of creation flowing from the void into form.
Eru Ilúvatar began to sing the second song—a hymn to birth new Valar, guardians of the future World Tree. He shaped them from the memories of souls that had once touched him in the void, turning remembrance into seeds of power.
From that song, fourteen small dragons were born, each carrying an essence and sacred duty:
Geraint, the golden dragon: God of martial arts, ruler of holy light, and strongest warrior as Tulkas's successor.
Velskud, the black dragon: God of darkness, strongest among the new Valar, successor to Melkor.
Ultear Milkovich, the amethyst dragon: Goddess of fate-weavers, successor to Vairë.
Mavis Vermilion, the wood dragon: Goddess of forests, war, and hunters, successor to Oromë.
Brandish, the iron dragon: Goddess of earth and smithing, ruler of all beneath the surface, successor to Aulë.
Igneel, the fire dragon: God of mountains, high judge, angel of death, and ruler of flame, successor to Námo.
Grandine, the air dragon: Goddess of healing and peace, successor to Estë.
Irine Belserion, the sage dragon: Goddess of beauty, successor to Vána.
Juvia Lockser, the water dragon: God of water and ruler of the seas, successor to Ulmo.
Mirajane, the shadow dragon: God of dreams, revelations, and desire, successor to Irmo (Lórien).
Selene, the moon dragon: Goddess of the stars, successor to Varda.
Erza Scarlet, the emerald dragon: Goddess of agriculture, fruits, and harvest, successor to Yavanna.
Argenta, the silver dragon: Goddess of lament and compassion, successor to Nienna.
Kagura Mikazuchi, the light dragon: Goddess of dancers, successor to Nessa.
These fourteen small dragons were sent by Eru Ilúvatar to the Valar to take over their roles on planet Azeroth. Their forms were still young and tiny, resembling winged lizards radiating primordial aura.
The Valar and the Pantheon welcomed them with curiosity and hope. With shared guidance, they began to raise these young dragons, teaching them about the creator's will, cosmic responsibility, and love for the world they would protect.
Once the task was complete, the Pantheon bid farewell to the Titan-forged. Alongside the Valar from Tolkien's world, they vanished into the stars, leaving Azeroth in a silence filled with hope.
The Titans had done all they could to heal the world and mature its soul. All that remained was to wait—and believe that one day, the soul of the world would awaken.
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The Shadows of Galakrond
In the age after the Pantheon and the Valar departed from Azeroth, various forms of life began to flourish across the surface of the world. Among them, the most savage and cunning were the proto-dragons—ancient scaled creatures inhabiting the frozen northern reaches of Kalimdor. This species possessed a wide range of powers and abilities. Some were colossal winged beasts with immense resilience, their spirits deeply bound to the world itself. Others unknowingly absorbed latent elemental energies that seeped into the freshly ordered soil and air.
Yet among them, one proto-dragon stood above all in brutality and overwhelming power. His name was Galakrond, a monstrous creature who became a dark legend in Azeroth's skies. So immense was he that a single beat of his wings could flatten entire forests, and his roar could shake the mountains. But physical strength was not his only weapon—Galakrond possessed a terrifying cunning that made him the deadliest predator in the world.
Over time, Galakrond claimed the most coveted hunting grounds in northern Kalimdor. Driven by an insatiable hunger, he devoured everything in sight. His body grew ever larger, yet nothing could satisfy his ravenous appetite. Galakrond's hunger became so horrifying that he began to feast on fellow proto-dragons—even on rotting corpses.
This act of cannibalism brought a curse. Consuming fallen proto-dragons corrupted Galakrond's mind and body with necrotic disease. His limbs swelled and twisted, dozens of eyes sprouted across his massive form. Death energy cloaked his jagged skin, reanimating dead matter. This necrotic power seeped into his victims, who then rose as mindless abominations—putrid creatures driven only by destruction.
Galakrond's army grew. Soon, he and his corrupted followers terrorized the skies of Kalimdor. The other proto-dragons, fractured by old rivalries and pride, failed to unite against this new threat. The world began to sink into the shadow of annihilation.
Galakrond turned his gaze toward the continent of Valinor. Driven by a hunger that would never fade, he flew with his horde of rotting beasts toward the land of the Valar, hoping to find a more divine feast.
Meanwhile, in Kalimdor, a lone figure rose against despair.
Tyr, the strongest among the Titan-forged guardians, was the first to recognize the danger Galakrond posed. He warned the other keepers of the looming threat, but could not rouse them to action. Though the keepers had once sworn to protect Azeroth, the long war against the Old Gods and the reshaping of the world had drained their strength and resolve. Now they had grown indifferent, focused only on guarding vaults and arcane machines from ages past.
But Tyr was undeterred by his brothers' apathy. His drive to uphold justice and order in the world pushed him forward. He knew that if Galakrond was not stopped, the creature would devour all realms and spread his plague across Azeroth.
With Galakrond away in Valinor, Tyr had time. He resolved to seek help from those who still guarded the world's hope. Across the continent, he knew of the young dragons who protected the World Tree—a sacred creation of Eru Ilúvatar, brimming with promise. Tyr believed they would fight with all their strength to stand against Galakrond.
Thus began Tyr's quest—a mission to destroy the colossal proto-dragon and his festering army, to save the world from unimaginable ruin.
During his quest, Tyr finally found hope in the form of the five greatest and most intelligent proto-dragons to ever live: Alexstrasza, Neltharion, Malygos, Ysera, and Nozdormu. Each hailed from a different lineage, and every individual possessed unique powers that reflected their elemental nature and personal essence.
Alexstrasza, the guardian of life, was tenacious and gentle-hearted. From her mouth burst flames that burned with equal warmth and fury. Neltharion, the earth-wielder, held immense power—his roar could shatter bones and shake stone. Malygos, the master of magic, was cunning and calculating; his breath froze enemies in solid ice. Nozdormu, the keeper of time, was wise and unwavering; he attacked with blinding sandstorms that obscured the present moment. Ysera, the dream guardian, was elusive and mysterious; her breath weakened the resolve of her foes, plunging them into a deep and endless trance.
Tyr pleaded for the help of the five proto-dragons to stop Galakrond. At first, they were wary of the strange being approaching their sacred domain. But once Tyr revealed that there were other dragons across the continent of Kalimdor—creatures who also guarded the world and were now fighting Galakrond—the five proto-dragons grew deeply intrigued. Their curiosity turned into resolve, and they eventually swore to fight at Tyr's side. Though different in origin and nature, the five proto-dragons showed a surprising willingness to unite for a greater cause.
Meanwhile, on the continent of Valinor, Galakrond and his horde of rotting beasts were being confronted by the dragons who guarded the region. A fierce battle raged for months, involving legendary warriors such as Velskud, Geraint, Igneel, Irene, Argenta, and Selene. The skies of Valinor were filled with blazing fire, magical storms, and the screams of creatures born from death. Though the Valinor dragons fought with extraordinary courage, Galakrond remained an unshakable threat.
According to Azeroth's original history, the five proto-dragons alongside Tyr would defeat Galakrond atop the snowy peaks and rocky summits of northern Kalimdor. But fate has shifted. Under Tyr's guidance, Alexstrasza and her companions chose a new path. They left their birthplace and journeyed to the continent of Middle-earth, where ancient powers and old legends still lived. There, they hoped to find new allies and a battlefield that could end the threat of Galakrond once and for all.
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The Battle of Erebor and the Fall of Galakrond
Tyr and the five proto-dragons arrived in the region of Erebor, where six dragons from Valinor were locked in a desperate battle against Galakrond. The land had been ravaged by the prolonged conflict—the skies choked with magical smoke and blazing fire, the ground fractured by forces beyond anything the world's guardians had ever imagined.
Under Tyr's leadership, Alexstrasza, Neltharion, Malygos, Ysera, and Nozdormu immediately joined the fray. They formed a formation never seen before: five proto-dragons from Azeroth and six dragons from Valinor, united for a single purpose—to stop Galakrond.
But Galakrond was no ordinary foe. His jagged, stone-like hide could withstand attacks from every direction. Geraint and Velskud kept trying to pierce his defenses, but their claws and magic couldn't breach the outer layer of Galakrond's body. Igneel, burning with courage, attempted to bring Galakrond down and bit into his arm, only to be hurled away by the beast's massive tail. Argenta and Selene attacked from the skies, but their strikes were repelled by the deathly aura cloaking Galakrond's body.
Amid the chaos, Irene began chanting her ancient magic. The spell spread across the battlefield, granting buffs of strength and resilience to all dragons surrounding Galakrond. Their breath burned hotter, their claws grew sharper, and their spirits merged into a single rhythm of war.
From a distance, Alexstrasza and her companions observed carefully. They soon discovered Galakrond's weakness: the abnormal eyes scattered across his body and the soft throat that channeled necrotic energy. With perfect coordination, the five proto-dragons struck those points. Alexstrasza incinerated the festering eyes with the fire of life, Malygos froze Galakrond's throat, Ysera ensnared his mind in a dark dream, Neltharion shattered the earth beneath him, and Nozdormu accelerated time to weaken his regeneration.
With synchronized power and mutual trust, the eleven dragons from two worlds forced Galakrond to retreat. They drove him toward the mountains of northern Kalimdor, where eternal snow and ancient stone bore witness to the final battle. After months of fighting, Galakrond finally fell. His massive body crashed into the frozen tundra, creating a valley that would later be known as Dragonblight—a sacred land for all dragons.
That victory was not born of strength alone, but of unity. The five proto-dragons from Azeroth and the six dragons from Valinor realized that only through cooperation could they defeat a threat as vast as Galakrond. That lesson was etched into their hearts, and Alexstrasza vowed to carry the spirit of unity into future generations of dragons.
After the battle, the dragons from both continents exchanged stories and powers, then returned to their homelands with deep respect for one another.
But the victory did not come without sacrifice.
Tyr, the guardian, was not spared from his fate. In one brutal strike, Galakrond bit into the iron band on Tyr's arm, unleashing necrotic energy into his body. Though Tyr survived, his arm was destroyed and never truly healed. Years later, he forged a silver hand from pure metal—not just as a replacement, but as a symbol of sacrifice. That hand became the emblem of his conviction: that only through personal suffering and courage can one uphold eternal justice.