Malygos, Neltharion, the Burning Legion… Endless resentment coiled around her soul like poisonous vines, hatred for the living world almost consuming everything.
"No—!"
A soul-piercing shriek, filled with pain, anger, and sorrow, exploded at the bottom of the deep pit!
The condensing dragon body trembled violently, a dark, resentful aura subtly emerging beneath the newly formed scales. Her dragon claws unconsciously clawed at the frozen earth beneath her, leaving deep furrows!
Sindragosa's lingering resentment was completely ignited by the resurrection process, threatening to drag this new body into the abyss of vengeance!
Just at this critical moment, Senergos's dragon roar, full of vicissitude and compassion, rang out again, echoing like a great bell through the valley:
"Sindragosa! Wake up!"
"Look at who I am! Look at this land!"
"The cycle of hatred—it's time to break it!"
At the same time, the golden-red Divine Power Crystal emitted one last, purest surge of power.
It did not forcibly suppress, but like a warm and vast torrent, carrying an extraordinary will of order and tranquility, instantly washed over Sindragosa's soul imprint, which was filled with resentment.
This power was gentle yet irresistible, smoothing and dissolving the dark obsessions that had lingered for millennia.
The blurred image of Malygos, the familiar aura of the Blue Dragon family, the call of Dragonblight—these warm fragments, buried by resentment, resurfaced under the guidance of divine power.
"Uncle—?" A weak voice, tinged with confusion, softly sounded from the core.
With this whisper, the dragon body, on the verge of losing control, suddenly stopped trembling.
The dark aura surging beneath her scales rapidly dissipated.
Her newly formed blue scales, illuminated by the afterglow of divine light, flowed with a restrained and profound luster.
Occasionally, a subtle golden shimmer, like molten gold, would pass over, then vanish without a trace.
The last piece of flesh perfectly formed at the tip of her dragon wing, and the massive wing membranes trembled slightly in the cold wind.
The brilliant divine light covering her entire body slowly receded, eventually fully integrating into that powerful, perfect, and majestic body.
The light in the ice valley gradually faded, leaving only the newly reborn Blue Dragon standing silently at the bottom of the deep pit.
(This image isn't particularly good, but there are very few pictures of Sindragosa before her death.)
She slowly raised her head, her newly formed dragon eyes, like the purest sapphires, with the confusion of awakening, slowly scanned the Icecrown Glacier that had buried her for a thousand years.
Finally, her gaze fell upon the old Blue Dragon, Senergos, hovering in mid-air, his eyes filled with complex tears.
In that gaze, the remaining ferocity and resentment had vanished, replaced by a serenity and wisdom born from surviving immense trials, and a hint of deep-seated tenderness.
The Dragon Queen Sindragosa had returned.
Senergos slowly folded his dragon wings and descended in front of Sindragosa.
The old Blue Dragon gazed into those familiar dragon eyes, his heart a mix of emotions.
Joy washed away the previous irritation of being outmaneuvered.
Obsidian was indeed cunning, but everything he promised was true.
Looking at his "niece," perfectly whole before him, the last trace of displeasure deep in Senergos's dragon eyes turned into a sigh of contentment.
"It's good that you're back—" Senergos's voice was deep and hoarse, filled with relief and a hint of imperceptible weariness, "The rest… we'll talk about later."
He raised his head, looking directly into Sindragosa's eyes, his tone becoming incredibly solemn:
"What's most important now is that Malygos, he needs you."
"He has been lost in pain and madness for too long."
He gently nudged his head against Sindragosa's neck.
Feeling Sindragosa's renewed vitality and life force, Senergos's eyes welled up again.
Hearing Malygos's name, Sindragosa's body trembled slightly.
The memory fragments that had just been soothed surged again: golden light, the annihilation of kin, the intense pain of being struck, and—that final, desperate cry that could not be delivered.
Deep within her azure dragon eyes, that golden shimmer flickered again, then was covered by a deeper concern.
"Malygos," Sindragosa's voice rang out, no longer the gentle, melodious whisper of memory, but a slightly cool, calm, and hoarse tone, seasoned by the passage of time, "My—beloved. His pain, I can feel it too."
Her head turned towards the Northrend interior, where The Nexus in Coldarra was located.
"Take me to him, Uncle Senergos. He and I both need—each other."
"Good!" Senergos's spirits lifted, and his dragon wings suddenly unfurled, "Follow me!"
Two blue figures tore through the cold winds of the Icecrown Glacier, flying towards The Nexus.
—Divider—Borean Tundra, Coldarra, The Nexus.
Once a Blue Dragon sanctuary symbolizing magical mystery and order, it was now enveloped in a chaotic arcane storm.
Twisted magical energy lashed and collided wildly within the crystal forest, emitting piercing shrieks.
The air was thick with a restless aura, enough to drive any rational creature to madness.
In the deepest part of The Nexus, in what should have been a solemn throne made of colossal crystal clusters, Malygos the Spell-Weaver's massive body was twisting and writhing in a near-spasmodic manner.
His once powerful physique was now emaciated, and his scales were dull.
His dragon claws flailed wildly, each movement creating a surge of uncontrolled energy turbulence that shattered the surrounding crystal pillars.
"Knowledge—old friend—too much—I am truly incompetent!"
Broken Draconic roars erupted from his mouth, filled with pain and confusion.
His dragon eyes reflected flickering arcane runes and fragmented memories—the betrayal of old friends, the brutal scenes of his kin being instantly annihilated by the Dragon Soul during the War of the Ancients, constantly eroding his remaining sanity and completely distorting his perception.
"Who?! Who is stealing my power?! Who is disturbing the Malygos?"
Malygos suddenly raised his head, letting out a deafening roar at the chaotic sky.
A violent arcane shockwave erupted from him, sending several Blue Dragons who tried to approach and soothe him flying!
Just as this chaos reached its peak, Senergos and Sindragosa's figures pierced through the rampant arcane storm on the periphery and landed on the platform.
Malygos's frantically twisting body suddenly froze.
His clouded dragon eyes, drawn by an unseen force, locked firmly onto Sindragosa, who had just landed.
Time stood still at this moment.
The energy turbulence raging in The Nexus subsided slightly, leaving only Malygos's heavy breathing.
Sindragosa calmly met Malygos's crazed gaze, without fear, without anger, only a tranquility and compassion that transcended life, death, and time.
"Malygos—" she began, her voice not loud, yet it cut through all the energy shrieks and chaotic roars, echoing clearly in the depths of The Nexus, "My star."
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