Nefarian was speechless for a moment.
He quickly assessed the situation in his mind and realized that with the speed the dragon had just shown, he simply couldn't escape.
So Nefarian had no choice but to grit his teeth, hoping that his and his father's great names would deter him.
"I am Nefarian, your threats are useless against me. What exactly are you?" He lowered his voice, his tail slightly curled, ready to fight at any moment.
Hearing Nefarian introduce himself, Ekseltus smiled, a very straightforward smile:
"Your future guardian dragon."
Nefarian's pupils suddenly contracted, and just as he was about to curse, several silver-white chains rapidly materialized from the air, precisely coiling around his limbs and tail.
These chains, like living things, quickly wrapped and tightened, binding Nefarian completely, leaving him unable to move.
"Are you insane?! I am the Black Dragon King's—!" Before he could finish, his mouth was sealed by a silent shadow, allowing him only to let out low, angry roars.
Ekseltus looked down at him, his tone not accusatory, but rather like comforting a junior who had made a mistake:
"Yes, I know who you are, Nefarian, Neltharion's eldest son. The future master of Blackrock Spire, master of elemental experiments, mad biologist, and... successor to the dragon hybrid project."
He originally wanted to say "founder," but thinking of the existence of the Dracthyr, he changed it to "successor."
"Honestly, I've always been curious, a clever dragon like you... why must you go down a crooked path?"
He raised a claw, pointing to his five-colored scales, which shimmered in the wind and snow.
"I know you're deeply influenced by your father, but he's no longer himself; N'Zoth has messed with his brain."
"He might still be able to maintain some semblance of sanity now, but he'll be completely mad later."
Ekseltus leaned down, his voice a few shades lower, but his tone clearer:
"Let me, your uncle, teach you a good lesson."
Obsidian, being a native Black Dragon, was over five thousand years old, so calling himself "uncle" was not an exaggeration.
Nefarian glared at him, his red eyes filled with anger and defiance.
"Just that expression," Ekseltus smiled and shook his head, "looks like a young man just starting out."
He waved a claw, enveloping Nefarian's entire body in a protective light cocoon, then used his claw to scoop up the chains, and with the Black Dragon whose scales were bristling, he leaped up, soaring straight into the sky.
"Your father might be angry about this, but in reality, what he should do more is thank me—"
"After all, I've arranged a perfect private tutor for his son."
The wind of Storm Peaks quickly swept past, and ice and snow swirled into vortices behind them. Their figures passed into a cloud layer and completely disappeared.
And at the end of that swirling cloud layer, Nathan was slowly circling high above ZulDrak.
His dark black scales shimmered with a metallic luster in the cold light of the snowfield;
His dragon head had distinct lines, with two long whiskers hanging from his upper jaw, swaying gently with the breeze;
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