Transfer

This is an endless snowfield, pure and clear. Visitors can only see the endless white snow and the occasional brown rocks.

Since his last visit to Northrend, Nathanos felt as if a lifetime had passed. He had thought he would never set foot here again, yet in truth, this land held a special bond with him. His mortal enemies were vanquished here; and here, after leading the Forsaken, he saw his beloved and child for the first time. Though brief, the memories were unforgettable.

Alleria. Nathanos, holding a wooden stick, carved the insignia of the Windrunner family into the snow, his mind filled with the image of the Female Elf —her laughter, her tears, and her happiest moments. Each image was like a page in a book, seemingly unrelated, yet all from the same source.

"Excuse me for disturbing your thoughts, Master." The Sky-Coverer Orisus, appeared behind him. "According to my calculations, this is the best ambush location."

Nathanos glanced up slightly; they were perched on cliffs on either side of a valley, with a clear view of the winding path below. Most importantly, Warsong Fortress lay ten kilometers behind them.

"Is everything ready?" The Witherer asked.

"We're just waiting for your order. What do you mean...?"

Suddenly, Nathanos slashed at the pattern on the snow with a stick and said coldly, "Kill them all!"

"Understood." Orisus bowed deeply. "If the target dares to show up, they will not return."

Another batch of blue dragons departed today. Kalecgos meditated in the secret space of the Eye of Eternity. Before him, below, lay the most precious relic of the Blue Dragonflight — the Prism of Focus. The power of this artifact was undeniable, as demonstrated during the Nexus War.

After the Blue Dragonflight announced its disbandment, most of the treasures left in the Nexus were taken away by reliable members, leaving only this one treasure whose fate remains uncertain.

Kalecgos gazed at the Prism of Focus. It was pure power, its morality entirely dependent on the user's Will, like the Twilight Judgment and the Nexus War. If it fell into the hands of those with ill intentions, the consequences would be unimaginable. And even keeping it by his side, Kalecgos couldn't guarantee its safety; after all, he was no longer the Arcanist.

Before long, the portal to the Eye of Eternity was Innervate, and several blue dragons flew in one after another.

"You're right on time, friends."

"We came as soon as we heard your call, brother. What happened?" Telegrasa was one of them; she and several other blue dragons were members about to leave the Nexus. But before they left, Kalecgos had one last task for them.

"Listen to me, brothers and sisters." Kalecgos scanned the familiar faces, faces he might never see again. "After the Blue Dragonflight disbanded, many of our people will blend into the mortal world, and their words and actions will reveal more or less the Blue Dragonflight's past. This means many of our secrets will be known. One day, some will succumb to temptation and come to the Nexus. The Prism of Focus is one of the treasures that may be stolen."

All the blue dragons agreed with his words. The eldest Urolagoss, asked, "Then we must take precautions, Kalecgos. Do you have any good ideas?"

"The best way is for us to keep a close eye on it at all times." Kalecgos frowned. The suggestion came from Lulugoss, who was young, hot-blooded, but impulsive.

"I disagree with this proposal," said another blue dragon, Luragoss, stepping forward. Standing behind him was his sister Luragosa, their blood relation as close as that of Kalecgos and Telegrasa. "The Nexus's defenses are weakening every day, and the remaining members of our race no longer support our surveillance of the Cenarion Hold. If someone sneaks in and steals the Prism of Focus, it will be a disaster."

Kalecgos nodded with satisfaction at the dragon's head. "Luragoss is right, but not entirely. The Blue Dragonflight has inflicted immense harm on mortals, and we don't have a good image in their eyes. If all of Azeroth knew that the Nexus possessed this treasure, it would certainly cast doubt on us."

"You seem to have come up with a solution, brother. Can you tell us your thoughts?"

"I originally intended to give this treasure to the Kirin Tor of Dalaran," Kalecgos said calmly. "I know Rhonin, the leader of Dalaran, and I hoped he would accept it. But he refused, saying that the other mages did not trust the Blue Dragonflight. The hostility Malygos has stirred up cannot be eliminated overnight."

A chill ran down their spines, clearly not from the frost or snow. The blue dragons lowered their heads, staring at the Prism of Focus. The magical artifact covered in blue light was now like a hot potato.

"Move it," Urolagoss said with his eyes closed.

"Transfer?" Lulugoss turned his neck in surprise. "Transfer is contingent on finding a safer place than the Nexus, Elder. Otherwise, it's tantamount to handing it over to those evil ones."

"Perhaps there really is such a place," Kalecgos's voice stopped Lulugoss. All eyes turned back to him.

Only then did everyone realize the leader's true thoughts; Urolagoss had simply revealed them beforehand.

"Are you really going to do this, Kalecgos?" Luragoss asked, exchanging a worried glance with his sister, realizing why they had been summoned today and that they might be tasked with a vital mission.

"The Frozen Sea north of Northrend is the best location," Kalecgos continued. "No one would have thought we would place the Eastern XZ at the bottom of the sea, and with a special spell cast on the Prism of Focus, this treasure will be forever buried in the sand."

Several members lowered their heads with some concern, their ears drooping slightly. They could only reserve their opinions on their leader's words.

"Hurry, my brothers and sisters," Kalecgos encouraged his comrades. "The sooner we nip this potential threat in the bud, the better we can prevent a greater catastrophe. I will not force you to accept this mission if you do not wish to, but I hope you will serve the Blue Dragonflight's mission one more time. I beg you."

"I'm willing to accept this task." Telegrasa stepped forward and nodded firmly to her brother. Urolagoss followed suit. Then came Luragoss sister. Finally, although Lulugoss hesitated, his concern for the Prism of Focus led him to join the escort.

Kalecgos spread his wings and said, "May Norgannon bless you, and may you have a safe journey."