In a room in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the joy of reunion after so long filled the Bronze Dragon prince with delight.
The appearance of his three companions' projections meant they were still alive! It meant there was hope after a thousand years of waiting.
Dick turned to look. The awakenings performed by the Archdruids Malfurion and Hamuul had clearly succeeded as well. The projections of a Night Elf and a High Elf floated beside them, and Anachronos was talking to them about something.
But Arygos merely greeted Anachronos before turning his attention back to Dick. The Blue Dragon seemed very interested in him.
"You saw that scene. You recognized him, didn't you?"
Arygos asked softly. Dick picked himself up off the ground and sat cross-legged opposite the Gnome. He took a deep breath to settle himself, then looked at the Gnome.
"Do you mean Deathwing, Your Highness?"
"Yes. Not many mortals recognize the Black Dragon King!"
Arygos narrowed his eyes. "And I caught an unusual scent on you. It feels just like my father. If I'm not mistaken, you... you became a Guardian of the Titans as a mortal? What an unimaginable miracle."
The Blue Dragon prince's gaze shifted to the Warhammer at Dick's wrist and his left arm.
"Hmm... a Titan Keeper's weapon and mark. Wait, I can also sense my father's magic. Have you met my father?"
The Paladin nodded. "At Blackrock Mountain. The Dragon Aspects thwarted the Black Dragons' plot. I was fortunate enough to meet His Majesty Malygos during that battle. Forgive my bluntness, but His Majesty seemed very lonely."
Arygos fell silent at Dick's words. A few seconds later, he smiled again.
"Father has always been like that, shouldering all the blame himself. Back then, I didn't even have time to say goodbye to