Unexpected

The Life-Binder's cries went unanswered. She remembered Kalecgos's words and understood the Arcanist's meaning even more clearly: it was created to fight us. Chromatus possessed the power to destroy all Guardians!

The tricolor dragon army originally outnumbered the Twilight's Hammer minions several times over, yet the three guardians and their Legion were on the verge of collapse. While the Twilight Cultists and Twilight Dragon had also suffered heavy losses, Chromatus seemed to be growing stronger, having completely taken control of the situation. Without further developments, the Wyrmrest Accord was doomed to lose.

Where is the Bronze Dragon? Not only Alexstrasza, but even Kalecgos is desperately calling for Nozdormu; they need another Guardian. Perhaps only then can they secure victory. Ysera, too, looks around frantically, hoping against unrealistic expectations.

"The Bronze Dragon! It's here!"

Suddenly, those words echoed across the battlefield. Kalecgos, Ysera, and the Dragonflights all saw gleaming black dots of scales appear in the twilight sky. Hope was rekindled, but Alexstrasza's expression grew even more serious. Everyone heard the words, but no one paid attention to who uttered them. The Queen of Dragons stared intently at the Bronze Dragon of the Chromatic Dragon, the very thing that had alerted the battlefield to the arrival of the Bronze Dragon, and her tone was so casual, as if recounting a story.

Was it not afraid at all of the power of the four guardians combined? A terrible doubt made Alexstrasza tense up and her expression become alert.

A joyous cheer erupted from the throats of the Wyrmrest Accord. The Bronze Dragon had finally joined the battle; they were sure to turn the tide.

The Bronze Dragon immediately dispersed and joined the attack on the Twilight Dragon. Nozdormu flew directly towards the other Guardians. The three Guardians also disengaged from the battle and came to join the Time Lord.

"It looks like..." the yellow dragon roared, "The Guardians have finally gathered. You thought that as long as you combined your strength, you could defeat me, but all you're going to get is defeat."

"He still has a trump card up his sleeve," Alexstrasza said in a choked voice.

At that moment, Nozdormu shouted something completely unexpected, "Back off! Back off!"

The three Guardians' hearts sank, and they distanced themselves from Chromatus as the Time Lord had instructed. They knew Nozdormu had witnessed Azeroth in countless moments, and he must have experienced this battle more than once or twice. He should know better than anyone what Chromatus would do, but Alexstrasza only saw despair on his face. The Life-Binder had hoped that Nozdormu could use his abilities to turn the tide of battle, but why? Why hadn't Nozdormu explained anything, how they could win this battle? His silence only suggested that the Wyrmrest Accord had no chance of winning. And the Time Lord's arrival was merely to conform to history—they would all die here!

Suddenly, a dark purple light emanated from the eyes of Chromatus's five heads, the intense purple light seemingly transforming the monster's deformed body into a ghost. When it raised its head and opened its gaping maw, Alexstrasza truly understood why this creature completely defied the laws of nature.

The Twilight Domain expanded outwards from the Chromatic Dragon's body, enveloping the entire battlefield. The sky turned purple, the land below turned purple, and even the Wyrmrest Temple, dozens of miles away, was shrouded in purple. The Guardian Dragons felt their minds being burned, every movement accompanied by spasmodic pain. Chromatus intended to annihilate them completely.

Continuing to flap their wings to maintain flight would only increase the pain. The Guardian Dragons made the same decision: they all descended to the ground and reverted to their mortal forms.

"Nozdormu, why don't you tell your brothers and sisters how to defeat me?" Chromatus's five heads shouted mockingly in unison. Faced with this question, Nozdormu remained silent, knowing that the other three Guardians were looking at him with strange eyes. The Time Lord desperately wanted to help his friends in what might be Azeroth's final battle, but he already knew what the outcome would be.

"You're afraid to speak the truth, aren't you? No matter, I will tell you." The black dragon's voice was louder, more terrifying, and deafening than ever before. Almost every dragon present heard it. "Because you are incomplete! You have lost one of yourselves. The great Neltharion is no longer on your side!"

A sense of despair began to spread within the Dragonflights, and the Guardian Dragons all thought of Neltharion. It was a catastrophic situation. They needed the Earth-Warder's power, but Neltharion was insane. They also couldn't choose a new guardian like the Blue Dragonflight had, because Deathwing was still alive.

Alexstrasza suddenly closed her eyes in anguish. "It seems... we are destined for destruction." Her voice was heartbreakingly mournful.

Nozdormu felt utterly dejected, speechless at the reality of the situation. Now, all he could do was fight Chromatus to the death, knowing he would inevitably perish on the battlefield, and the world would perish with him. Deathwing would be the victor, no matter how mad and evil he was, he would win the world, only to be pierced by the spire of the Wyrmrest Temple. This was his destiny...

He blinked. Suddenly, a strange feeling came over him. An extremely familiar energy fluctuation; no one in all of Azeroth understood this power better than him, but he found incredulously that he was not the user of this power.

Is it Chromatus? Nozdormu looked up at the Bronze Dragon. No, this power did not originate from the present moment, but from the future.

"This is impossible!" Nozdormu suddenly shouted. Before he could figure out what was happening, he felt the pressure from the Twilight Domain disappearing.

"The pain is disappearing?" Alexstrasza and the others felt the same way.

Although their eyes told them they were still in the Twilight Domain, the strange state had indeed disappeared.

"What's going on?" Twilight Father, who had been watching the battle from inside the cave, shouted. He saw Chromatus swaying uneasily, a shadow of fear looming over the Chromatic Dragon. Clearly, something had instilled fear in it, but it was a monster that even the four Guardian Dragons were powerless against.

"Who is it? Who is it?" Twilight Father felt a pang of panic. Deathwing had warned him that he was better off not causing any trouble, but the unexpected happened just when victory was within his grasp.