"How dare he?!" Anger almost broke through the dam of reason again.
"Calm down, my Star!" Sindragosa barked, and an arcane field once again enveloped Malygos, forcefully suppressing his uncontrolled energy. At the same time, her voice carried a strange penetrative quality, "Uncle Senergos made the promise; the contract is made. And besides—"
She looked at Senergos again.
Senergos understood the Dragon Queen's meaning and continued:
"Obsidian, he claims he is willing to help the Blue Dragonflight rebuild, and he also holds the secret behind Neltharion's madness, and—"
"He is also a Black Dragon."
"A Black Dragon?!" Malygos's furious aura suddenly stagnated, his dragon eyes contracting.
The root of his old friend's betrayal, the source of his mad power, his motive for destroying the Blue Dragonflight—these questions had plagued Malygos for a millennium, even pushing him to the brink of madness at one point.
Now, another Black Dragon claims he knows?!
Senergos added in due time, his tone grave: "Yes. He hinted that Neltharion's fall was not accidental, and the forces involved are far beyond our imagination."
"He even—seems to have a plan for how to 'resolve' Neltharion's problem."
He deliberately emphasized the word "resolve."
The core of The Nexus fell into a brief silence.
Malygos's chest heaved violently, his dragon claws unconsciously gripping the ground.
The focusing iris, the right to use The Nexus, one hundred dragon eggs—this price was very expensive.
But Sindragosa was right before him; this was an undeniable miracle.
And the intelligence on Neltharion—this temptation was almost fatal to Malygos, who had just regained a sliver of sanity but was still gnawed by hatred and fear.
Sindragosa's gaze moved between Malygos and Senergos.
She could feel the contract's binding on Senergos, and also the deep longing for the truth in Malygos's soul.
After a moment, she slowly spoke, "The price has already been paid; the contract cannot be broken."
"The focusing iris is an artifact; lending it for study for hundreds of years will not harm the ley lines."
"The outer areas of The Nexus have been vacant for a long time; allocating a section will have limited impact."
She paused, her gaze falling on Malygos, "As for the dragon eggs—"
"The continuation of the Blue Dragonflight requires unity and hope, not clinging to fading seeds."
"We have been out of contact with the other Five-colored Dragons for too long. This is a good opportunity to re-establish contact."
On the way to The Nexus, Senergos had briefly introduced her to the current situation of the Blue Dragonflight.
"Besides, Uncle Senergos secured guardianship."
Senergos immediately took over the topic:
"Yes. Obsidian agreed that the hatching of every dragon egg and the growth of every whelp will be fully supervised and guided by members designated by our Blue Dragonflight, ensuring the continuous inheritance of knowledge and bloodline."
Sindragosa nodded slightly: "Thus, the future of these one hundred dragon eggs is not cut off, but rather another form of continuation and possibility. And what we gained is my return, the hope for the Blue Dragonflight to regain its Guardian, and—" She looked at Malygos, "the possibility of ending Neltharion's nightmare."
Malygos's head slowly lowered, his heavy breathing gradually calming.
Sindragosa's return was undeniable, and that warmth dispelled the deepest darkness in his heart.
The longing for the truth of his old friend's betrayal became one of the strongest obsessions in his heart at this moment.
And the guardianship secured by Senergos also ensured the future of the Blue Dragon race to the greatest extent.
These three factors combined ultimately dissolved his last resistance.
"I—want to see him." Malygos raised his head, complex light flickering in his dragon eyes—there was vigilance, inquiry, and an almost obsessive yearning, "I want to personally meet this—Dragon of Radiance."
"He will see you." Senergos's tone was firm, "But before that, we need to fulfill the contract."
He turned to Sindragosa, who also nodded slightly.
Malygos looked at the old Blue Dragon who had been striving for the Blue Dragonflight, his heart filled with guilt.
It was this elder who, when he fell into madness, fulfilled the duties of a Dragon Aspects on his behalf.
"Alright—I will lend the focusing iris."
—Dividing line—
Weeks later, Northrend, Grizzly Hills.
The cold wind was blocked by a gradually expanding sphere of life, making the temperature here relatively mild.
A new evergreen forest covered the original coniferous forest.
In the center of the forest, there was a mortal settlement.
And in the center of the settlement, a sapling exuding a strong aura of life was growing vigorously—that was Dracofyrrassil.
Several massive blue figures pierced through the clouds, slowly descending onto an open clearing at the edge of the forest.
Leading them was the Weaver, Malygos.
Although his aura was still weak, and traces of exhaustion remained deep in his dragon eyes, the majesty of a Dragon Aspects had returned.
In his huge dragon claws, he carefully held a large container protected by a constant low-temperature field, neatly arranged with dozens of Blue Dragon eggs.
Sindragosa and Senergos were on either side of him, also carrying containers filled with dragon eggs.
Behind them were two other figures—the "guardian dragons" selected for this mission.
Malygos surveyed this land nourished by the power of the nascent World Tree, sensing the powerful energy field contained within it.
Life energy permeated the air. Just as the Blue Dragons landed and were about to search for Obsidian's whereabouts, a low, slightly playful voice slowly emerged from the shadows on the other side of the forest:
"Such punctual guests. It seems the Blue Dragonflight still upholds honor and credibility."
Accompanying the voice, a figure covered in jet-black scales stepped out of the shadows.
His scarlet vertical pupils swept over Malygos and his party with interest, finally resting on Malygos, a satisfied arc curving at the corner of his mouth.
Nefarian! Deathwing's eldest son!
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