Resurrection

When Altairus realized something was wrong—the red figure he had swallowed was difficult to digest, and the cyan figure he had cut apart with his scimitar had vanished without a trace—he also felt the elemental energy within him beginning to spiral out of control.

It was over. Feeling the elemental energy inside him run wild, Altairus immediately sensed that it was the red figure he had absorbed, moving within his body.

What could he do with an enemy inside his own body? Despair engulfed Altairus. The Windlord could think of no solution and could only, in his despair, feel the uncontrolled elemental energy within him gradually vanish.

As the elemental energy disappeared, the currents making up Altairus's body gradually scattered in all directions. In the end, only the core upper-body armor remained—from the helmet to the bracers and gauntlets, along with the sapphire-studded breastplate.

The complete set of massive upper-body armor floated in the air. The sapphire on the breastplate radiated a dazzling glow, until, with a crack, the blue light exploded and scattered the storm clouds and thunder filling the sky.

The clear blue sky returned above the Vortex Pinnacle, and the clouds blanketing the heavens completely dispersed. A radiance like the sun, wrapped in strands of electric arcs, appeared in the sky, drawing the attention of all the dragonkin, drakes, and dragons. Though Skywall had clear skies, it was not the real world and had no sun.

"What is that?" Li Cuisi asked her companions instinctively as she stared at the source of light in the sky.

"I don't know." Even Kirygosa, the most knowledgeable among them, looked utterly bewildered. Everything had completely exceeded the expectations of her and her dragon companions. They had only come here to protect Warchief Zul'ra Jin.

"What is Zul'ra Jin doing over