Sinestra breathed a sigh of relief. She truly dreaded facing Deathwing, not out of guilt, but because she resented him for destroying the black dragonflight, turning black dragons into targets of universal scorn. Even more, his atrocities had almost led to her own demise.
"There's another evil presence at the Well of Eternity, different from the Burning Legion, but equally malevolent. It's exactly the same presence Neltharion once spoke of; you've heard how it tormented him to the brink of madness. I told him that perhaps this time, we can resolve this problem once and for all."
Hearing this, Sindragosa visibly relaxed, a smile gracing her face.
"So it's about this. You went out to investigate this, didn't you? How thoughtful of you, Neltharion. Don't you dare bully her; we won't allow you to do that."
The dragon queens had a good relationship, familiar with each other, often gathering to discuss matters. Naturally, they wouldn't tolerate domestic violence.
dragon Aspects were noble, but dragon queens were equally noble. Who were they to look down on?
Neltharion then dropped his ferocious demeanor, returning to his benevolent self.
"Of course. It's just that the matter that has troubled me for millennia finally has a lead, and I was momentarily overcome with excitement. You all chat; I still need to gather the black dragonflight to prepare for the attack. You should also get ready soon. This war won't last too long, but it will certainly be very brutal!"
With that, he walked out of the tower, leapt, transformed into his dragon form, and flew away.
Just then, a flash of light appeared, and Arthas, accompanied by Tyrande, teleported to the dragon Isles, right beside her.
The advantage of group teleportation was that once coordinates were anchored, one could teleport anywhere on Azeroth, above ground, below ground, or in the sea.
Perhaps even directly to Outland; he hadn't tried that yet.
The sudden appearance of the two didn't surprise Sindragosa, as she saw Sinestra nod slightly to the figure encased in armor, suggesting they knew each other.
Moreover, she had a strange feeling, as if she should know the other person.
It wasn't affection, but hatred.
After her death, Sindragosa would be resurrected as a Frost dragon by Arthas, the Lich King, initiating the story of the Alliance's expedition to Northrend.
However, that kind of thing would likely change, becoming an expedition to Northrend, with the target of the crusade shifting from the Lich King to Yogg-Saron.
"This is..."
"I know, Sindragosa. I am Ximen Chuixue, Sinestra's good friend and bestie. This is Tyrande, the High Priestess favored by Moon Goddess Elune, and also my spouse."
Arthas interrupted her. He knew everyone, not by their appearance, but by their character panels, which clearly displayed their names. There was no harm in taking a look.
Elune?
Sindragosa certainly knew of her; she was a powerful entity that even the Titan Guardians didn't fully comprehend. Perhaps she was the true God.
The Titans weren't true Gods; they couldn't answer the call of the Aspect dragons (Blessed), but Moon Goddess Elune could.
It was said that Ysera, the Green dragon queen, was Elune's pet.
Being called a pet sounds demeaning, but it depends on who you're a pet to.
A goddess being a pet to a pauper would surely indicate an unsound mind, but being a pet to a rich man? Endure the pain, and it seems much more reasonable.
Elune was mysterious and unfathomable; her person was unseen, but her miracles descended. Powerful and enigmatic, even the five Great dragon Aspects combined wouldn't be enough to withstand a single one of her fingers.
"Then what brings you here?"
Sindragosa's gaze scanned between the two with a hint of suspicion. Clearly, they had rushed here after receiving a message from Sinestra.
The dragon Isles had Titan facilities that could block arcane fluctuations. Unless special permission was granted to access the local ley lines, it was highly unlikely one could teleport here.
As the dragon queen of the blue dragonflight, who commanded magic, Sindragosa was intimately familiar with magical matters.
Precisely because she understood these mysteries, she was particularly wary of Arthas, who could bypass the Titan facilities' blockade. While she showed no outward hostility, her vigilance had secretly reached its peak.
"Sinestra is in trouble, which is why I've come to help her. She is a very important member of my family, and I will absolutely not allow anything to happen to her."
"I've also come on behalf of my spouse, Azshara, to invite the dragons to join the Anti-Legion Coalition. The demons of the Burning Legion are invading our world, and their leader, Sargeras, is one of the Titans from the Pantheon who once blessed you."
"I don't need to elaborate on the strength of the Titans, do I? And don't worry about not being able to defeat him; as long as the portal is closed, he still can't come over."
"If he dares to come, I will make him die a very miserable death. Trust me, there's nothing I can't do."
Arthas' voice was very calm, even overly confident.
Sinestra's body trembled slightly, her pupils dilating. If her bestie hadn't been by her side, she would have pounced on him.
Family!
Her master had always considered her family!
A wife is family, a lover can also be family, but family isn't necessarily a wife or lover.
None of that mattered now, because she knew she had made the right gamble, staking everything on Arthas, and now it was finally paying off!
Priestess Tyrande, standing nearby, slightly raised an eyebrow. Family?
With a woman's keen sixth sense, this was probably more than just family, wasn't it?
Perhaps there was also an unspoken relationship, even one as ambiguous as hers with Arthas.
Can't strangers have children for each other?
Yes, they can, brother.
Sindragosa's expression changed, not because of her bestie's ambiguous relationship with the other party, but because the enemy they were about to face was too powerful.
"Sargeras? The Fallen Titan? Do we have a chance of winning?"
It wasn't that they lacked the will to fight, but if the opponent was too powerful, they truly would lose all faith and courage.
They were still on the surface, breathing fire and using magic, fighting the demons back and forth.
But a Fallen Titan was different. His sheer size was already larger than a planet, and he had many ways to tear an entire planet to shreds. That was no longer a fight between equals.
Forget about primitive people with wooden sticks; it was like primitive people with toothpicks facing modern humans with nuclear bombs, who could flatten an entire region without reason. There was absolutely no way to fight.
No wonder Sindragosa's face suddenly changed; this news was indeed quite alarming.
Arthas smiled. From the day he gained the attention of Azeroth, he was destined to enjoy the benefits brought by the World-Soul, and naturally, he also needed to shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the world.
Power and obligation have always been reciprocal. One cannot have both.