Just as the former leader of the holy light had the last of his life drained from his form he was overtaken by a blinding light that seemed to blind him to everything. He than suddenly felt healed and rejuvenated, his robes, even his hat which had exploded off his head in the previous battle were all back to there proper states. "What is this?! Where am I?!" cried the irritated old man. What the twilight father, known as Benedictus, saw was a plane devoid of anything but a white floor. "Is-Is this the light?!" he asked with trepidation fearing what judgement me might receive. An all to familiar voice rang out to him like a speaker stuck on full volume "Behold, "Archbishop" as you have been chosen to participate in a Tornament" boasted none other than Tirion High Crusader and leader of the Argent Crusade.
"Ah! Tirion, Im glad to see a frie-" but before the archbishop could finish his words tirion interrupted him "I know of your dealings with Deathwing, and for that is why you are here, to fight to the death as judgement by the holy light!" rang the crusader. "Here is your opponent now!" Tirion said as a figure that appeared to look like a photograph that was inverted. The dragon arched blue streams of energy and was phasing in and how getting stronger each time. The very phasing seeming to make a howling noise that seemed to inhale and exhale. "Ah, The fools didn't suspect a thing, faking my own death, now all i have to do is go back into the shadows and rebuild my infinite dragonflight!" casually stated the gigantic black dragon before realizing where he had turned up. "OH! What is this, a shift in the timeline? yes, Tirion's doing, And now im to fight to the death against this mortal! fascinating!" Murozond exclaimed seemingly talking to himself.
And so they began as Tirion stepped out of the ring disappearing Murozond still paying little attention to Bendectus even after he sent a wave of light arching from his hands to the dragons thigh. Bellowing in pain the dragon turned around "right, the here and the now, focus!" as a mystical sand erupted from his gullet which tore at the archbishop's robes and skin "You cannot stand up to the lord of time himself!". "Time? time is irrelevant, there is only POWAH! UNLIMITED POWAH!!!!!" as the former priest sent a combination of light and shadow beams from each hand merging to become a twilight beam ripped through the air crackling with magic. Again the dragon was pummeled by the twisted spell as flesh was burnt away "Do your damage now, but the future for you has yet to change!" Murozond yelled as a yellow circled appeared under Benedictus. With that the behemoth launched a golden orb on a crash coarse for the priest hitting him directly. Benedictus now burnt beyond recognition still twitched with life, he reached for a small hourglass imbedded in the terrain a few yards ahead of him only to come eye to eye with the infinite one. "There are some points in history that can never be changed" said the dragon licking his lips as he raised up and cleaved the corpse in two with his jaws. "The winner, Murozond!" cried Tirion as the former aspect of time faded away much the same to how he appeared.

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