After receiving the Divine Power Crystal, Senergos picked up the Divine Spell Scroll from beside him.
Only when these two items truly rested in his claws did a flicker of understanding emerge in the old Blue Dragon's mind, slightly awakening him from his hopeful daze.
Through the long years, Senergos had witnessed countless transactions and schemes.
Obsidian, the Dragon of Radiance, this mysterious junior, had displayed strength far beyond his expectations, but the conditions he proposed were also incredibly precise, almost perfectly hitting his bottom line.
Now, with both physical items in hand, Senergos, relying on the intuition accumulated over millennia, instantly grasped the crucial point:
These two things, especially that Divine Power Crystal, while containing pure and immense power, could absolutely not be considered the "immense price" needed to reverse life and death!
He had been outmaneuvered.
This thought was crystal clear.
Obsidian's so-called "primal power" and "price" were, in all likelihood, mere pretexts.
The actual cost to him was probably far lower than he claimed, and far lower than the value of the three conditions Senergos had agreed to.
"Cunning junior—" A flicker of anger at being tricked, along with a hint of helpless self-mockery, flashed deep within Senergos's dragon eyes.
Because he had no proof.
Obsidian could easily deny it or come up with some other excuse.
However, the more important reason was that the contract was already made.
He, Senergos, the Watcher of the Blue Winged Roost, one of the oldest Blue Dragons, could not bring himself to go back on his word, and he knew full well he had no power to oppose an existence that could easily obliterate an Abyssal Lord.
After the anger came deeper contemplation.
What did it mean for such a powerful being to be willing to achieve a transaction through "deception" rather than outright coercion?
Either he sought something much greater, far beyond these current conditions; or he did not wish to completely sever ties and harm any potential future harmony with the Blue Dragonflight.
Regardless of the reason, Senergos understood that he had fallen into his scheme and could only hope to turn the tables later.
"...So be it."
Senergos let out a long, heavy sigh.
He turned north, towards the Icecrown Glacier, Sindragosa's resting place.
At least, the hope of Sindragosa's return was certain.
His massive dragon wings suddenly unfurled, stirring up the millennia-old snow of Dragonblight.
Senergos no longer hesitated; his colossal body transformed into a streak of light, rushing unhesitatingly towards the northeast of the Icecrown Glacier.
Obsidian watched the old Blue Dragon fly into the sky, then he too spread his wings, soared through the boundless void, and flew directly to his Divine Realm.
There, the soul of a Saintess awaited his attention.
—Divider—Icecrown Glacier, Sindragosa's Tomb.
This was a colossal, unfathomably deep crater, forcibly gouged out by a terrifying power.
At the center of the valley floor, a massive Blue Dragon skeleton was encased in solid ice.
The skull maintained a skyward gaze, and its empty eye sockets seemed to hold an eternity of sorrow and resentment.
Broken ribs, a twisted spine, shattered wing bones—all bore witness to the brutality of that ancient war.
This was a forbidden zone for life; even the fiercest ice plain creatures instinctively avoided it, and the air was thick with lingering Dragon's might and despair.
Senergos hovered above the crater, the biting cold wind assailing him, yet he remained unmoved.
Gazing at the familiar yet strange colossal skeleton below, the brutal scenes from thousands of years ago echoed in his mind once more.
He suppressed the tremor in his heart, and with a flick of his claw, the scroll imprinted with the Divine Spell unfurled in the cold wind, hovering above the crater.
Ninth-tier Divine Spell, [Complete Resurrection]!
But this was not enough.
Complete Resurrection could at most revive creatures that had died a few hundred years ago, while Sindragosa had been dead for at least three thousand years.
This was also why Obsidian had to provide the additional Divine Power Crystal.
Following Obsidian's instructions, Senergos carefully held out the golden-red Divine Power Crystal.
The crystal pulsed gently in his claw; its warm power dispelled the biting chill of Northrend.
Senergos took a deep breath, concentrating all his mental energy, his dragon eyes locked on the Divine Spell Scroll hovering above the crater.
"In the name of Obsidian, guide the soul—Return, Sindragosa!"
The old Blue Dragon's deep, resonant Draconic echoed through the ice valley, carrying firm resolve and a profound summons.
He released his claw.
The Divine Power Crystal, like a falling star, pierced through the biting wind, accurately descending towards the heart of the skeleton.
The moment the crystal touched the millennia-old solid ice covering the skeleton—
Buzz!
A silent ripple spread out from the crystal!
Golden-red light instantly engulfed the entire ice valley!
The ancient ice, frozen for countless years, let out several loud "crack" sounds under the illumination of the golden-red divine light, disintegrating and melting at a visible rate!
Ice shards flew everywhere, then were instantly vaporized by the divine light, forming a cloud of ethereal mist.
Beneath the ice, the colossal skeleton, silent for millennia, trembled violently!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Like a giant beast just awakening from a long slumber, the dragon bones began to unnaturally move and stretch!
Broken bones rapidly rejoined and healed under the golden-red light, continuously emitting grinding sounds.
In addition, pure arcane energy, stirred by the Divine Spell, was forcibly drawn from the depths of The Nexus, from the direction of the Dragonshrines, and even from the void, frantically pouring into this awakening skeleton!
(Sindragosa, the Frost Wyrm)
Above the bones, light began to condense and gradually covered the entire body.
This light was no longer entirely golden-red, but after merging with arcane energy, it transformed into a deep hue, like molten sapphire. Brilliant streams of light surged along the bone structure, delicately outlining the nascent muscle fibers.
The light grew brighter and its coverage expanded, rapidly spreading from the core heart position to the entire body.
Wherever the light reached, strong tendons, skin covered with delicate dragon scales, tough fascia—everything grew and reshaped out of thin air!
The scene was magnificent and shocking; the purest life energy in heaven and earth was using the skeleton as a mold to recast a perfect dragon body.
Amidst the roar of flesh and blood revival, an even deeper power fluctuation suddenly erupted from the crystal.
It penetrated the reshaping flesh and blood, reaching directly to the deepest core of the skeleton—a soul imprint that was already shattered, with only the most stubborn obsession remaining.
The Divine Spell used this soul imprint as an anchor, beginning to search for soul fragments scattered in different locations—whether in the Titans' Pantheon, the depths of the Azeroth World-Soul, or some afterlife in the Shadowlands.
Finally, with the help of these soul fragments, the being named "Sindragosa" was reassembled and made whole. As the soul gradually became complete, countless fragmented images echoed in Sindragosa's re-forming consciousness:
Above the Well of Eternity, destructive golden light swept across the sky. Countless kin wailed and turned to ash under the power of the Dragon Soul. She was violently thrown by an unmatched force, crashing into endless ice. Biting cold corroded her broken body. Desperate cries dissipated in the howling gale…
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