But the problem was, once he acted, the seal would inevitably collapse completely during the battle.
In that case, it would certainly attract the attention of the Titans.
"Troublesome," he snorted, withdrawing his killing intent.
Now was not the time.
But that didn't mean he couldn't teach Yogg-Saron a lesson.
Ekseltus spread his wings, and the five-colored radiance on his body suddenly surged.
He took a deep breath, his chest roaring like a furnace, and the next moment—
Three streams of five-colored breath were successively exhaled, each tracing its own arc, shooting into the depths of the prison from different angles.
These breaths were not random rage, but carefully woven divine strikes, containing only the power of [Light] that Yogg-Saron would never dare to analyze.
Then they precisely hit the still-surging, hideous core.
"Ugh..."
Yogg-Saron's whispers abruptly ceased.
He felt pain.
Not physical, but a kind of loss stemming from the level of "existence."
This power of [Light] was counteracting the very foundation of his existence—the Shadow Void.
That power had flown in from outside, yet it hadn't destroyed the structure of the seal; it was simply wearing down his main body.
"This isn't the Titans' power!"
"How can this be! Why!"
Countless whispers erupted from deep within the seal, as if even madness itself had fallen into madness.
Ekseltus, however, paid no mind.
He retracted his breath, his claws splayed open, and slowly, a silver-white mark, condensed from the [Protection] domain, appeared within them.
He gently pressed it onto the crack in the outer wall of the prison.
There was no explosion, no impact, only circles of silver-white light spreading outwards, covering the crack that had once allowed "Tuke" to escape, like ripples.
At this moment, the prison was re-covered with a fresh new shell.
"Before I completely fall out with the Titans, please stay here obediently," Ekseltus retracted his claws, "Northrend is my territory, after all, and I won't allow you to cause trouble."
Looking at the ancient passage that had returned to calm, he suddenly thought of Freya, who had already left.
"She should be bringing the other Keepers over soon."
Ekseltus looked back at the seal patch he had left, pondered for a moment, and then his claw tips traced through the void, using the power of the [Shadow] domain to mimic its previous appearance.
This way, Freya would have an explanation for her fellow Keepers.
After all, he had received a gift from her, so he still had to take some responsibility.
"Perfect, exactly as it was before she left."
The task was complete.
Immediately, Ekseltus spread his wings and returned the way he came.
He passed through the circular hall and once again stepped into Ulduar's antechamber—like a visitor who had done nothing, politely finished sightseeing, and left without looking back.
A few minutes later, Storm Peaks, outside Ulduar.
Above the mountain peaks, high in the clouds, a black-scaled giant dragon lurked, his massive form almost merging with the thick clouds.
He quietly overlooked Ulduar's entrance, his mind replaying the image of the "colorful monster" that had disappeared not long ago.
He knew he should continue searching for that mysterious black dragon, but he couldn't help but observe from here, wanting to learn more about the colorful giant dragon.
"That dragon..." Nefarian licked his fangs, his eyes filled with appraisal and calculation.
"Those scales are truly beautiful... If Father were to see this, he would surely—"
"He would surely want to cut a piece off to keep as a specimen."
Nefarian's whisper hadn't even finished when someone completed the sentence for him.
Then, the lazy voice continued:
"Are you looking for me, little one?"
"What—" Nefarian spun around abruptly, his scales bristling.
A five-colored stream of light slowly condensed behind him, revealing Ekseltus, who had just left Ulduar.
He was tilting his head, looking at him with a curious and casual air, not even bothering to hide his sharp smile.
"Scared?" Ekseltus blinked, floating silently beside him, his demeanor like a neighbor dropping by for afternoon tea, "My apologies, I had originally planned to find you later."
"However, since you're so enthusiastic, I'd feel bad if I didn't come say hello myself."
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