End of Time

There aren't many guys who like to suddenly appear when he's alone. Meryl is one of them, but mages are usually used to knocking. Apart from Meryl, who else among the Forsaken would have the guts to do that?

The Witherer began to realize that the other party might not Forsaken.

This idea was confirmed. As the air stopped moving, the raindrops falling outside the window paused, and Nathanos could clearly see the blurry reflections in the rain, as if the whole world had stopped.

Anyone with this power is undoubtedly Bronze Dragon... or an Infinite Dragon.

"It has been many years since we last met." Nathanos did not turn around to greet his distinguished guest, because he knew what trouble the other party had brought him.

When Malygos emerged from the portal, he carefully examined the room where the Witherer was located; cold and dark was the highest description he could give it.

"You seem to have become weaker." There was no sarcasm in the Infinite Dragonlord's tone; he was simply stating a fact.

"For a corpse, I have suffered too much. It's already a miracle that I haven't lost any limbs." As Malygos walked to Nathanos's side, the Witherer glanced at him and noticed that his body beneath his Elf appearance was covered in wounds, some old and some new. "Looks like you are too."

The Infinite Dragonlord knew what he was talking about. He lowered his head and gently touched a wound that had not yet healed. "To fight Nozdormu is to hurt myself. Whether it is me to him or him to me, in the end, only I will pay the price."

"It is indeed a contradiction," Nathanos nodded. The Bronze Dragon Aspect and the Infinite Dragonlord were originally one person, only in different times. If the present self is injured, then it will inevitably leave a scar on the future self. This is unavoidable, especially since Malygos is an enemy of the past self.

"So, what brings you here this time?"

The two got down to business, and Nathanos guessed that what the Infinite Dragon was going to say must be related to the Dragons again. Those guys who called themselves guardians of the dragons always left the troubles they couldn't solve to mortals.

"I have two things to tell you." Malygos paused, seemingly considering which to say first. If both were good news, he wouldn't care about the order; if one was good and the other bad, most people would choose to say the good news first. Now the Infinite Dragonlord was so hesitant... Nathanos frowned, bracing himself for two pieces of bad news.

"The first thing is, your son Belorell, he has disappeared."

Nathanos smiled faintly and replied, "I believe the Forsaken's intelligence-gathering ability is not much worse than that of the Infinite Dragon; I've known this for a long time."

A silence fell between the two. The Witherer pondered for a moment before realizing he had overlooked something. The Infinite Dragon possessed the same abilities as the Bronze Dragon; through time travel, they could witness the truth behind all unsolved mysteries. Belorell was indeed missing, and the one who could find him fastest would undoubtedly be Bronze Dragon or Infinite Dragon who controlled the flow of time. However, Malygos's choice of words was subtle; he only said Belorell had disappeared, without mentioning the Elf boy's whereabouts. Nathanos didn't believe Malygos was waiting for him to ask before answering; rather, he didn't know either!

"Is there anything that can escape the gaze of time?"

"Only time can do it itself," Malygos murmured.

"So my son's disappearance was done by another you?" The Infinite Dragon beside Nathanos hesitated for a few seconds before nodding in response. The Witherer crossed his arms and asked in a low voice, "Then what does Nozdormu want? To threaten me with Belorell?"

"You should know that neither he nor I have been able to predict the future, so I don't know what he's doing, but it must be related to you."

"Ha!" Nathanos chuckled, then glared at Malygos seriously. "If the Time Lord were to do something to me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to defend myself."

The Infinite Dragon nodded to the Elf's head. After he took a deep breath, the flow of time around the room returned to normal, and the rain continued to pour outside the window. "It was all his doing. From the moment your son fled Quel'Thalas, Nozdormu has been carrying out his plan. He sent a Bronze Dragon that had transformed into Gryphon to take Belorell to the Wyrmrest Temple."

"Wyrmrest Temple?" Nathanos stared intently at Malygos. Not long ago, Northrend spies had reported the discovery of an unusual dragon race in Dragonblight, along with a large number of Twilight Cult members secretly gathering. The Witherer suspected they intended to attack Wyrmrest Temple. He had thought he could remain uninvolved, but unexpectedly, Belorell had gone to that dangerous place at this time. "You just said my son disappeared?"

Malygos began recounting the events that had transpired in the Dragons Sanctuary: First, as Nathanos had predicted, the Twilight's Hammer forces attacked the Wyrmrest Temple. The Dragon Egg of various races hidden beneath the temple were destroyed in a sudden explosion, and the investigation revealed that Krasus, Alexstrasza's consort, was responsible. This brutal truth nearly shattered the Life-Binder's Will; the already fragile Dragons Alliance had collapsed, and the Wyrmrest Accord was no more.

"So Deathwing's plot has succeeded, but what does that have to do with my son?" The Witherer was furious that Malygos had talked for so long without mentioning Belorell.

"Your son met with the Queen of Dragons's consort before the explosion, and he didn't leave from the beginning of the Twilight's Hammer invasion until the outbreak triggered by Krasus."

"So you've come to offer condolences? Or to apologize for the sins Nozdormu has committed?" Nathanos roared in fury, unleashing dark energy from his hands. The entire room creaked, as if the floor were about to crack open. Malygos was astonished that Nathanos's power had grown to such an extent in just a few years.

"Nozdormu's intention was not to take revenge on you; he would never do such a heinous thing. I suspect that your son did not die, but was dragged into the time reversal at the moment of the explosion."

"Time reversal?" Nathanos gradually withdrew his aura and began to reconsider the Infinite Dragon's words. "Like when I traveled back ten thousand years? What's the point of Nozdormu doing all this? Does he want to change the past?"

"On the contrary, what he wants to change is the future."

Nathanos snorted coldly, inwardly mocking Malygos for always saying contradictory things; he had just said that he and Nozdormu had lost the ability to predict the future.

The Infinite Dragonlord saw through the Forsaken leader's thoughts. "You may find this ridiculous, but that's the second reason I came to you."

The Witherer looked at him with a puzzled expression. Malygos closed his eyes and said in a rather helpless tone, "Time has a beginning and an end. From the moment I became Guardian Dragons Aspect, I saw the End of Time. No matter what changes occur in between, the final point in time will not change. Nozdormu and I may have disagreements on many things, but there is one thing we both agree on, and that is to change the End of Time."

"The End of Time?" Nathanos murmured. These four words meant the ultimate fate of all things, and their weight almost determined the life and death of everyone. But what exactly was it?

Malygos patted the Witherer on the right shoulder. "Come with me, Nathanos. I'll show you."