Mesyra the Watcher is the first boss encounter for The Dragons' Claw (Area: The Watcher's Eyes (Area)). As with all bosses, Mesyra the Watcher can also be battled in a raid with 4 available levels: Normal, Hard, Legendary and Nightmare.
The moment the dagger enters her mouth, your hypothesis is proven in the series of flashes and sizzling plinks. Tendrils of lightning zap against the weapon's metal, rebounding and arcing around the dragon's mouth. Angry, electrified noises mingle with the wyrm's guttural roar. Her head thrashes from side to side, her body lurches in the air -- robbed of all its grace in an instant.
Her purple wings convulse, twitching, flailing, and shuddering instead of capturing the air and sustaining her flight.
You spring and roll aside for a second time as her body smashes against the ground and bounces across the plateau.
Her scaly talons scratch and claw for purchase as she flips and rolls towards the edge. They manage to anchor her before her momentum can fling her into the forest below. But her body trembles with the agony of the lighting's disrupted discharge.
This is the best chance you'll have...
You grasp your sword and charge.
Lightning splutters from her mouth. But it's a pathetic collection of tendrils that claw at ground and air like the fingers of dying men. A simple sidestep puts you out of their path, and a lunge puts them out of their misery.
Your blade sinks deep into the underside of her neck. A twist ensures that the enchanted metal's bite will be fatal.
The weapon slips free, its passage followed by a crimson torrent that splashes across her purple scales. The two colors flow together like the edges of a crushed rainbow.
Her head collapses, striking the ground and thrashing against the dust. Her legs buckle, crumpling beneath the weight they can no longer bear. She rolls onto her right side, its wing crunching between earth and scale.
The dragon's head twists, the bony protrusions around her skull scraping and grinding as she forces her face towards you. Two flickering purple eyes gleam with the defiance of dying lanterns.
"You won't escape the Dragons' Claw," she rasps.
Her left foreleg ascends, the limb shaking as it struggles against the tentacles of doom that ensnare it. Its digits splay themselves, extending and stretching like the fingers of a human hand. Except for one. Most of the thumb is missing. Only a stump remains.
"The others..." The leg falls back to the ground. The purple lights fade within the sockets of her skull. "Others... will... come."
You dash, slide, and tumble your way down the slope -- escaping from the ridge and the purple wyrm, making for the safety of the forest's depths. If you can lose yourself there...
Branches catch at your face as you sprint through the foliage, clawing and scratching.
When you come to a stop, your body crying out in pain and exhaustion, the sound of your panting almost masks the rustling in the nearby bushes.