The Dragon Seeking Help
Alleria was almost immediately ready to reply: So you were behind Belorell's disappearance. No wonder the Farstrider searched Northrend without finding a single clue. The Regent glared at Kalecgos, this blue dragon had come to threaten her. In Silvermoon City, a single shout from her would summon Spellbreaker to her side; no one could force her here. But Alleria didn't.
"I need to know about Belorell's situation first?"
Kalecgos looked apologetic. "This was not my intention, Your Excellency Regent. The disappearance of Belorell was the doing of Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect."
"The Bronze Dragon Aspect?"
The blue dragon's apologetic expression became even more pronounced. "Yes, Bronze Dragon Aspect."
Anger made Alleria's cheeks burn. While she wasn't particularly concerned with what was happening within the Dragons, she wasn't blind to the abilities of the Bronze Dragon. "You mean to say that Belorell went to another timeline?"
Kalecgos sighed, tacitly acknowledging the Female Elf's statement. Alleria detected pure magic and ice in his aura. Then, the blue dragon, now in human form, nodded.
The Regent knelt heavily on the ground. She placed her head in her hands, pressing hard against her temples. The answer had come too suddenly, the amount of information too overwhelming; her mind was far from clear. Her heart, too, seemed completely in turmoil, filled with anxiety and worry.
Since her argument with Rommath a few days prior, Alleria had barely spoken to anyone. But now, kneeling alone with only the moon and stars for company, she realized she needed help— the Archmage, her sister Vareesa —to decide whether to grant a dragon's request. She needed someone to support her. As Regent of Quel'Thalas, Alleria hadn't, as Rommath claimed, placed personal gain above the kingdom's. She dreaded the choice between the people and Belorell.
The Female Elf cursed herself inwardly. As a mother, it was only natural that she should do everything in her power to protect her child.
Alleria took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then slowly exhaled. "Your scheme succeeded. Alright, I agree!"
Kalecgos's expression turned extremely ugly. But there was no contempt or complaint in Alleria's tone. In fact, her voice was much calmer than before.
"I need time to assemble the troops," the Regent continued.
"No." Kalecgos shook his head, a gesture that puzzled Alleria greatly, and she blamed herself for not explaining her purpose clearly from the beginning. "We don't need your army."
"Then what do you need?"
"I need you to persuade Alexstrasza, the Queen of Dragons. This is also Nozdormu's wish."
What exactly happened here?
Sylvanas had prepared a long list of excuses to deal with the guards at the Wyrmrest Temple on the way, but upon arrival, she found they were no longer needed. There was no sign of any dragon activity; it was as if a great battle had recently taken place, and now, apart from the Silver Covenant Ranger directly obeyed her, only silent corpses remained on the battlefield.
She had already sent her men out in all directions to search for survivors. She had been so certain that Belorell was hiding here, but now she hoped she was wrong.
The Female Elf shivered in the cold wind, gazing up at the Wyrmrest Temple. It was said to have been built by the Titans themselves, a symbol of the Dragons' unity and power. For this reason, the dragons had always considered it an inviolable sacred ground. But now, Sylvanas saw only the Dragons abandoning it, as if the battle fought here had utterly annihilated them. However, she didn't see the corpse of the guardian dragon; it couldn't be that bad.
Sylvanas stopped before the corpse of a Twilight Dragon, a creature she had never seen before. The chaotic aura emanating from the carcass unsettled her, like the nauseating taste of a dish made from a jumble of different flavors. Beside the Twilight Dragon lay an Elf draped in a black cloak.
"The Twilight's Hammer?" Sylvanas murmured. Were they the culprits behind the desolation of Wyrmrest Temple? Back in Theramore, Sylvanas had read about these cultists. They frantically searched for remnants of the Old Gods, traversing the world for ancient energy remnants, hoping to destroy the world and restore the Old Gods to their former dominance. These fanatical cultists firmly believed that in the near future, the Old Gods would break free of their prison and return to the world, restoring order to what it was before the Titans' arrival.
Sylvanas had seen plenty of alarmist talk, and she had always thought the Twilight's Hammer was just a small organization that boasted of destroying the world, but they actually dared to threaten the dragon guardians! Sylvanas firmly believed that the battle taking place at Wyrmrest Temple should be won by the Twilight invaders, after all, the dragons had already left.
"I didn't expect a mortal to be able to sense the anomaly here." A gentle female voice sounded behind Sylvanas. The woman's voice was as beautiful and moving as music, seemingly possessing a hypnotic power. The Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant turned around with a puzzled look and saw a woman whose appearance was extremely similar to that of Night Elf, except that she had two long horns in the middle of her emerald hair. Her appearance was beautiful and moving, yet it also revealed an otherworldly sorrow.
"And who are you?" Sylvanas tried to remain calm, but she was already captivated by the other person's elegant demeanor.
The woman seemed about to tell a very private joke, her eyes, gleaming with a faint green light, illuminating her sweet yet mysterious smile. "I know what you're looking for, young Sylvanas."
The Ranger-General frowned; she seemed to have made no attempt to introduce herself. Of course, the other party noticed her confusion and explained, "Your name isn't a secret, but secrets hidden in dreams aren't always safe."
"You mean you can peer into my dreams?" Sylvanas asked warily. "Are you a green dragon? I thought all the dragons in Wyrmrest Temple were dead."
"Isn't that true?" the Night Elf woman sighed. "We need to talk, child."
Before Sylvanas could respond, the woman's body began to change at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, enveloped in a peaceful, pale green glow. The Night Elf vanished, replaced by a graceful and captivating dragon, which sat steadily on the ground, looking down at Sylvanas.
"I am Ysera the Ysera the Awakened."