Taelan Fordring nodded. "Yes, I'm sure it was a Bronze Dragon, but I don't know who. It probably wasn't Chromie.
Though she's very active and devoted to maintaining the timeline, the Dragon Codex contains no record of her ever attacking mortals.
Besides, I heard his voice. It was a male Dragon, and he was much weaker than Chromie."
Krasus frowned. He had been trying to persuade the Bronze Dragonflight and the Blue Dragonflight to rescue their queen as soon as possible.
But the Bronze Dragonflight kept dragging its feet. Only the Green Dragonflight and the Blue Dragonflight had answered its call. The item in question was unusual, though, and the dragons couldn't intervene directly.
Krasus had been selecting people for the mission. Then he discovered Taelan Fordring and decided to give up on the Bronze Dragonflight's help. After receiving Modera's magical message, he decided to get the expedition underway at once.
Taelan Fordring had already risen to the domain-level of a legend. According to Modera, that powerful Holy Spell was called Emperor's Fall—the power to bring down an emperor.
Of all known beings, only the Guardians of Tirisfal or dragons could withstand a full-force blow.
Krasus took the Dragon Codex Taelan Fordring had opened. With Taelan's permission, he flipped to the latest page, but there was no record of the new spell. He casually added a freshly made page to the Codex, then handed it back to Taelan. Clearly, he had made another new discovery.
Krasus thought for a moment, then asked, "What's the new spell you learned called? And where did that strange Holy Flame on you come from?"
"I call it Fist of the Heavens. That Holy Flame was produced by the Eight Virtues. It acts on the soul! Is it a Magic Barrier? An additional effect of