Twilight Father

"Tell me more about that celestial phenomenon," Alleria said. The time was drawing ever closer. She would accompany Tethys to witness the birth of the Arcanist.

"Of course, as everyone knows, Azeroth has two moons," Tethys said. "Their perfect merging is an extremely rare phenomenon, occurring only once every few hundred years. It is said that the Titans created the Arcanist under this celestial phenomenon. Therefore, my people believe that only at this moment can the Blue Dragonflight once again obtain the power of the Guardians."

Alleria sighed, running her hand through her hair. A thought suddenly occurred to her: this so-called ritual was merely an experiment and a figment of the blue dragons' imagination, and its success was not guaranteed. "What if it doesn't work? I mean, what if this method is unworkable?"

Tethys hadn't considered this question at all. After a brief silence, she replied, "Even if it's a vote by everyone, we must choose a Guardian."

The Regent nodded, knowing better but saying nothing. Everyone knew that Guardians were supposed to be incredibly powerful beings, and the Blue Dragon was the guardian of magic, wielding immense Arcane power. It was truly incomprehensible that the new generation of Guardians would be chosen simply through a vote.

"Alleria?" Tethys called out affectionately.

"What's wrong?" The Female Elf was puzzled by the blue dragon lady's tone.

The other person whispered, "Please believe me, my brother is not interested in the power of a leader; he is simply worried about the Blue Dragonflight and this world."

Kalecgos? Alleria recalled the first time she saw that blue dragon. Kalecgos's act of concealing the essence of the Sunwell still made her a little angry. However, it is worth noting that Kalecgos is indeed very responsible. He will not back down even if the challenge he faces is very dangerous.

"A leader should not be ambitious for power. A leader's duty is to protect the people and ensure the prosperity of their culture."

Tethys looked at her thoughtfully. "You are also a leader. In reality, you have done what you said. And I believe your people cannot do without you."

"I wouldn't have taken that position if I hadn't had no other choice," Alleria said. "It...is a heavy burden."

"Won't some people think you're a bit... hypocritical? Please forgive my choice of words, because I can't find a more tactful way to put it."

Alleria scrutinized Tethys as she spoke. She understood. The blue dragon lady's question was a reflection of Kalecgos's fear that her brother's overemphasis on leadership might breed suspicion.

The Regent remained silent for a long time. "Arygos's bloodline gives him a great advantage. But you must believe that the blue Dragons will know that the Son of Malygos's ideas are wrong. Just like my people, when Kael'thas announced his allegiance to the Burning Legion, I also doubted whether they would leave me, but in fact their reason will not be swayed by the power of the king."

Tethys nodded quietly, as if relieved. Her gaze turned upwards. "This will completely change my brother, it definitely will. If he becomes a Guardian, will he suffer the same fate as the other Guardians? After all, two of the Guardian Dragons went mad."

Her fears were justified. Alleria nodded to herself; she had faced similar fears when Kael'thas appointed her regent. She didn't want to shoulder the weight of a kingdom. This burden would force her to make many difficult choices and would accompany her forever. Alleria didn't know about other races, but she was certain that a dragon or a Sin'dorei, once they became leaders, could never relinquish this responsibility. Their lifespans were far longer.

"This is a very important question, my friend," Alleria said softly. "I don't know what impact this will have on your brother. Only he himself can truly understand."

Tethys. "By the Titans, may all be well."

On the Obsidian Dragonshrine lies a massive, heavy object, covered by a large canvas. Its shape is utterly bizarre. It is guarded by numerous Twilight Drake, and wary Twilight Whelp circle overhead. Even those within the Twilight's Hammer are forbidden from approaching it, fueling curiosity about what lies within.

Since the battle at the Wyrmrest Temple, there have been no longer any Red Dragon spies constantly watching the area. With Alexstrasza Hozen, the Red Dragon have also fallen into confusion.

This was exactly what the Twilight's Hammer wanted to see: hundreds of Twilight cultists gathered in the scorching Black Dragonflight. Their leader was known as the Twilight Father, and no one knew who he was; he always shrouded himself in the shadows.

At this moment Twilight Father was alone in the deepest part of the cave in the Obsidian Dragonshrine. He drew many strange symbols on the ground, then knelt in the center of the symbols with the utmost reverence, chanting incantations. The strange characters immediately began to pulsate, shimmering with a dark light. Then, a cloud of black mist boiled before Twilight Father. Within that cloud of black mist, chaotic ashen light flickered and surged violently, until finally a blurry form appeared—a dragon's head.

The Godfather of Twilight knelt before him and said humbly, "My master."

"How's the plan going?" Deathwing asked directly. His deep voice penetrated the priest's body, as if he were wary of him lying.

"Things seem to be going smoothly so far, but tonight is the most crucial. Arygos has promised to do everything in his power to secure the Guardians' strength. At that time, the entire Blue Dragonflight will be your servants. His request is that you acknowledge his position," the Twilight Godfather replied, struggling to suppress his nervousness.

The eyes that could be seen within the blurry form slowly narrowed. "Foolish blue dragon, what I want is not the Blue Dragonflight," Deathwing hissed.

"Of course, of course, Master!" the priest reassured Deathwing. "Arygos remembers his promise to you. Once he becomes the Guardian, he will immediately offer you the sacred relics of the Blue Dragonflight."

"Once?" Deathwing sensed the uncertainty in Twilight Father's tone. Anger welled up in his throat—the plan could fail.

"Well... Arygos hasn't become Arcanist yet," Twilight Father explained awkwardly.

Deathwing suddenly fell silent, an atmosphere that the priest found far more terrifying than when he was roaring in fury.

After a long silence, the piercing voice finally rang out again. "Do not trust that blue dragon," Deathwing roared. "Send men to the Nexus immediately and bring back what I need. Chromatus' resurrection cannot be delayed."