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Anduin Wrynn, The Captive Prince (web)

Added 2025-07-22 16:54:26 +0000 UTC

The air was humid, heavy with the smell of metal and burnt incense. Anduin opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyelids heavy. He was chained, bare-chested, in a dark stone cell bathed in a reddish glow. His breath became ragged as he felt a strange tension coursing through his body.

Something was wrong.

Or rather... something was different.

He looked down, and what he saw left him speechless. His arms, once slender and regal, were now powerful, veined with raw strength. His swollen pectorals seemed almost too large for his own chest. Every fibre of his being vibrated with a new, untamed power.

A figure slowly approached, emerging from the shadows with elegance and mischief.

‘Finally awake, my prince,’ whispered Wrathion, a smile playing on his lips.

He leaned casually against the wall, his eyes glancing over Anduin's new body with obvious interest.

‘While you slept, I gave you... a little gift. A serum that even N'zoth would find daring. You should thank me: you are magnificent...’

Anduin tried to move, the chains creaking under the strain of his enlarged muscles. A dull heat rose from his stomach, strange, almost burning.

Wrathion moved closer, slowly, placing a finger on the thin strip of fabric that still covered him. His gaze was intense.

‘This is only the beginning,’ he murmured.

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