The Revived Chromatic Dragon

Kalecgos gasped. He could feel the Prism of Focus activating, and the death of Arygos. That traitor had made a deal with the Twilight's Hammer, and ironically, he'd been killed by them.

But the new Arcanist had no time to lament for Malygos's descendant. The blood Malygos Arygos controlled and channeled. And this sole means of activating the artifact terrified Kalecgos. Where did the Twilight's Hammer obtain information on how to use the Prism of Focus? Did Deathwing tell them?

No, that's not what he should be thinking about right now. Only seconds after Arygos's death, a beam of blue flame shot straight into the sky. Kalecgos pinpointed its location— the Obsidian Dragonshrine. At the same time, he saw dark, lightning-streaked clouds gather, churning and swirling, forming a massive vortex, as if the sky had been torn apart.

It's not too late! Kalecgos reminded himself that whatever the enemy wanted to do with Prism of Focus, he still had time to stop them.

Twilight Father laughed, standing before Arygos's corpse with his hands raised, watching the massive energy vortex forming in the sky. He knew that his master's creation would soon awaken.

"Well done, Warchief Blackhorn," the priest said to the Tauren who had killed Arygos.

The other person calmly nodded, wiping the blood from his sword. Then, the war master's ears twitched, as if he had caught an unusual sound, and he warned, "An enemy is approaching."

Twilight Father looked up with a slight smile. All the Twilight Dragon in the Holy Land had taken to the air to deal with the uninvited guest.

The massive dragon head unleashed a breath of icy cold that instantly repelled the Twilight Dragon.

Kalecgos, the new Arcanist. The Twilight Father recognized him instantly; the last time he'd seen him was at the Wyrmrest Temple, when he led the Twilight Dragonflight in a raid on the dragons' territory and emerged victorious. This time, Kalecgos was clearly stronger, but his defeat was still inevitable.

"Enough! Stop your madness immediately." Kalecgos also saw the person standing below. He glanced at Arygos's corpse and couldn't help but feel a chill.

"You are lucky, Arcanist," the Twilight Godfather said sarcastically. "Of all the Guardian Dragons, you alone are fortunate enough to witness the miracle that is about to unfold." He raised a hand and then swung it down sharply. The dragonkin guarding the massive canvas immediately tore it down upon seeing the gesture.

Kalecgos gasped, his blue eyes widening as he stared at the enormous creature.

It was the carcass of a dragon, much larger than Kalecgos. But its appearance was utterly horrifying, completely lacking the elegance and nobility of the guardian dragons. Its dull purple scales displayed a twisted, morbid appearance. What disgusted and terrified Kalecgos most was that this dragon had five heads, corresponding to the five colors of the Guardian Dragons. It looked like a stitched-together monster, the heads of the five-colored dragons forcibly attached to a bloated, wingless body.

"Chromatic Dragon!" Kalecgos exclaimed in disbelief.

"That's right, this is Chromatus." Twilight Father smiled smugly. "And the only adult Chromatic Dragon."

"An adult? So what? It's just a corpse." Kalecgos breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the ugly monster couldn't move at all.

"Chromatus is indeed a corpse," the Twilight Godfather said calmly. "But corpses can come back to life. You see, Nefarian learned to put himself in others' shoes after countless failures. Since the survival rate of Chromatic Dragon is low, why not consider researching ways to revive them? Fortunately, he completed his research before he was killed."

"You want to give life to a monster that shouldn't even exist in this world?" Kalecgos thought this man was completely insane; he had no idea what he was talking about.

"Hush!" the priest said sarcastically, "You'll soon find out whether this is possible or not."

The massive vortex of dark clouds in the sky suddenly emitted a burst of intense, dazzling white light. Kalecgos sensed an unimaginably powerful magical energy within it. This energy, like lightning, was transmitted into the corpse on the ground with lightning speed.

Chromatus moved.

The dragon made no movement; the only proof that it was alive was its heavy breathing. Then its claws clenched slightly, and its hind legs twitched. Soon, its tail made a clearly audible scraping sound against the ground. Energy continued to flow steadily into its increasingly life-bearing body. Every second, Kalecgos felt the monster growing stronger.

Then, his eyes, and the eyes of all the heads, opened at the same time.

"Chromatus! The messenger of Lord Deathwing, the beginning of the Dragons' doom, he has awakened!" Twilight Father clenched his gloved hands into fists and raised them high into the air. Many other Twilight followers joined him in cheering. In his joy, the priest couldn't help but mock Kalecgos, "How does it feel, Arcanist? What else can you do?"

"It seems Arygos to thank for all this," Kalecgos said. "You've been using him all along. You've had your eye on his bloodline from the very beginning."

"You're right, this foolish blue dragon was used as a pawn by the great Worldbreaker from the very beginning." Twilight Father, his foot resting on Arygos's motionless head, where a pool of blood had formed on the ground.

Kalecgos was furious at his actions, but before he could take any action, all five of Chromatus's terrifying heads rose up and began to sway and dance wildly and erratically.

Before anyone could recover from the sight, the five heads of the Chromatic Dragon simultaneously roared, "Hungry!"

"Chromatus!" Twilight Father called out, "Come to me, I have prepared food for you!"

Ten eyes turned to Twilight Father. A voice came from the red head's throat. "Food?" The blue head quickly fixed its gaze on Arygos's corpse.

"No!" Kalecgos roared, flapping his wings to create a strong gust of wind that repelled the surrounding Twilight Dragon, then charged at Chromatus. "You won't get away with this..."

The multicolored dragon raised its green head, its eyes fixed on Kalecgos, then a flash of green light appeared in its eyes. Instantly, Kalecgos felt his body sink, his wings suddenly going numb, making it difficult to maintain his dive. At the last second, seeing himself about to crash into a hillside below, the Arcanist a chill run down his spine, instantly regaining his senses. He frantically flapped his wings and desperately shook his head to fight off sleep.