Just as that tiny flame was about to fall upon Antonidas, the old man refused.
He could sense the immense power contained within the small flame beside him. He could imagine that if it landed on him, he would be burned to charcoal within seconds.
Unfortunately, he had no strength left to stop the flame from descending.
Ansirem and Modera behind him, as well as his enemies—the death knights and Nerubians—were all thoroughly baffled by the flame's appearance.
Unlike Antonidas, whose attention had been fixed on Kel'Thuzad the entire time,
they had seen with their own eyes that the flame had appeared in the hands of Ye Ting, who should have been the Archmage's companion.
At the moment the Archmage faced danger, no one had expected Ye Ting to make such a "backstabbing" move.
Naturally, the undead were delighted by his misfortune.
As for the other two legendary mages, they were in the middle of chanting spells and had no power to stop it.
They could only watch helplessly as the flame landed on their Speaker's shoulder,
watching as their Speaker was burned by the flame into...
But as they watched, both Dalaran's side and the undead side realized something was wrong.
Antonidas especially.
When the flame landed on his shoulder and spread across his entire body in an instant,
he did not feel the expected searing heat or burning pain.
Instead, he felt a warmth rising from the depths of his heart.
It was as though he had returned to infancy, resting within his mother's womb.
The fire was like a warm spring breeze, driving away the chill that brought decay and death.
It was also like amniotic fluid within the womb, steadily pouring vitality into his nearly depleted body.
In the blink of an eye, the aged weakness