Flames of Battle: Blackhand vs. Illidan. World of Warcraft. FanArt.

Flames of Battle: Blackhand vs. Illidan.
The echo shook the shattered walls of the fortress. The sky above the ruins was torn apart like rotting flesh, and thick smoke churned through the air, mixed with the screams of the dying.
Blood and ash had become the new reality. The stench, the groans of the dying, and their final cries merged into one, sounding like death’s last lullaby. Ash drifted like black snow, settling upon the frozen faces of the fallen.
The atmosphere was heavy, like blood dried upon the edge of a blade. The earth breathed heat, as if it sought to swallow them for the sins of others.

The sky was tearing itself apart. Thunder roared over the battlefield like the wrath of ancient gods. And in that moment, the darkness was split by ghostly green fire - from the heavens descended Illidan Stormrage, like a punishing comet, wreathed in a vortex of black wind and emerald flame.
The demon’s wings did not merely cut through the air - they tore the fabric of reality, each beat leaving scars across the sky. Their membranes trembled with power, glowing like the blood of a dying world.

The runes covering his body pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat - alive, burning like smoldering embers, marked not only by demonic power but by forgotten signs of elven blood, like molten metal in a forge beneath a god’s wrath. These runes were not decorative - each of them had been paid for with a soul.

In his hands were two curved blades - not weapons, but judgments - said to be forged from shadows that fell from the moon on the day of an eclipse. Their emerald glow did not reflect light - it devoured it, as if the blades themselves knew fear and longed for it once more.

He did not attack.
He passed judgment.

Piercing the sky with a scream that froze even the spirits of the fallen, he descended like an angel of death cast down for his own mercy. The first to fall were the orcs, in stunned silence, as he struck them down without hesitation. One fell beneath his blows; another he seized and, with a guttural roar, drove into the ravaged earth as though trying to reach the very depths of hell -

When suddenly, a battle roar tore through the air.