Just as Onyxia had mentioned a few days prior, when Andreas focused his gaze on the dragons gathered at the top of Wyrmrest Temple, Sintharia—still wrapped tightly in her concealment—was among them.
Since Deathwing's betrayal, it had been a long time since the five dragonflights had so uniformly dispatched ambassadors to congregate at Wyrmrest Temple.
The Red Dragonflight was represented by Queen Alexstrasza herself. The Black Dragonflight sent Sintharia; the Bronze Dragonflight sent Soridormi; while the Blue and Green Dragonflights each sent an ambassador transformed into a male Night Elf.
Hearing Alexstrasza's slightly playful greeting, Andreas said modestly, "There's no need for such formality. Please, everyone, just call me Andreas."
Alexstrasza smiled gracefully and followed his lead. "Very well, Andreas. Let me first introduce those present."
"You already know the ambassadors for the Black and Bronze Dragonflights, so I won't repeat myself. The Blue Dragon ambassador is Malygos's eldest son, Arygos, and the Green Dragon ambassador is an old acquaintance of yours—Ysera's consort, Eranikus."
Prince Arygos of the Blue Dragonflight appeared quite elegant. When introduced by Alexstrasza, the handsome prince politely placed a hand over his chest and bowed to Andreas.
"Mr. Andreas, thank you for helping us find my father. The Blue Dragonflight will forever remember this kindness."
"Er..."
Andreas hurried to wave his hand in dismissal. "Prince Arygos, you flatter me. Finding His Majesty Malygos was entirely thanks to the Black Dragon Queen Sintharia and Prince Nefarian. I merely..."
"Haha! Lad, no need for such modesty."
The heavily bearded Eranikus boisterously clapped Andreas on the shoulder several times, the heavy force making Andreas's mouth twitch.
"We've all heard the story. If you hadn't been planning behind the scenes, how could Sintharia and Nefarian have been so kind as to stake out Malygos's location? Accept Arygos's gratitude with a peaceful heart."
During the War of the Ancients, Andreas had once had a brief exchange with Eranikus in his dragon form.
Under Andreas's guidance, this Green Dragon champion had led the dragonflight to turn three of the Burning Legion's Fel warships into floating coffins, greatly alleviating the crisis on the main battlefield.
Arygos, seeing Andreas's grimacing expression, knew exactly how heavy-handed Eranikus was. He advised with a chuckle, "Eranikus, don't be so forceful. Andreas is about to have his eyes roll back into his head from your hitting."
"Ah? Hahaha! Sorry, sorry."
As Ysera spent most of her time stationed within the Emerald Dream, almost all affairs of the Green Dragonflight in the physical world were handled by Eranikus. He was considered the most active high-ranking Green Dragon in the material realm.
The top level of Wyrmrest Temple was reserved for the dragons to discuss major affairs. After Arygos solemnly expressed his thanks to Andreas, the group moved to the reception hall on a lower level to take their seats.
Onyxia naturally sat with her mother, whispering into her ear. Leticia showed no signs of stage fright; while Andreas conversed with the dragon bigwigs, she kept looking around with curious eyes.
Celeste was more reserved, maintaining a typical noble posture and sitting upright, observing the room only through the movement of her eyes.
"Adjustment permissions for the Ley Line nodes?"
Hearing the request Andreas had tactfully proposed, Arygos blinked, then lowered his head in silent consideration for a moment.
Seeing the look of difficulty on Arygos' face, Andreas quickly added, "If it's inconvenient, there's no rush. It would be best to wake His Majesty Malygos and get personal approval from his own mouth."
Arygos breathed a slight sigh of relief and said apologetically, "My apologies. Considering your kindness to the Blue Dragonflight, from my personal perspective, I would love to agree."
"However, the authority to adjust Ley Line nodes has always belonged only to core members of the Blue Dragonflight. I don't dare make a rash decision on such a major matter. Obtaining my father's approval would indeed be best, but..."
Andreas nodded in understanding. "I know. Speaking of which... how is His Majesty Malygos's condition?"
As soon as Andreas spoke, the previously peaceful atmosphere turned somber.
Eranikus had a straightforward temperament. While others were unwilling or found it difficult to speak, he said bluntly, "Not much progress. If Saragosa hadn't relied on the magical amplification of the Nexus to bind him, Malygos would likely still be acting like a madman."
"Um... can I ask a question?"
Leticia raised her hand, wanting to speak. Andreas frowned slightly, but ultimately did not speak to stop her.
Alexstrasza gestured gently. "Miss Moonsong, please proceed."
"Hehe~ Thank you all for your tolerance."
Leticia said with a smile, "I heard Andreas mention the reason why... His Majesty Malygos lost his sanity."
Fortunately, Leticia still remembered her etiquette training and didn't use the word "madness" directly.
Tilting her head, Leticia asked tactfully, "Since everyone knows the cause of his illness, why not resolve this heart-wound that has lasted for over two thousand years from the source?"
A bitter smile appeared on Arygos's face. "If we could do that, we would have done it long ago."
"My father's heart-wound consists mainly of three aspects: first, the tragic near-extinction of the Blue Dragonflight; second, the betrayal of his former brother; and third..."
Soridormi calmly took over the word Arygos found hard to say: "Sindragosa. Malygos's most important consort—the tragic death of the Blue Dragon Queen."
Dragons have always emphasized returning to their roots; they believe dying in Dragonblight is the best end. All dragons, when facing death, will struggle with all their might to return to Dragonblight.
After being shot down by Deathwing using the Dragon Soul, Sindragosa fell alone into Icecrown Glacier to the northwest of Northrend.
Mortally wounded and no longer able to fly, knowing her end was near, the Blue Dragon Queen's final wish was to return to Dragonblight and pass away in peace.
Sindragosa used the last of her strength to call out to her husband, Malygos. But at that time, Malygos had also been blasted away by the Dragon Soul and had long since fallen unconscious; her call received no response.
Amidst endless despair and pain, Sindragosa's life faded away in that desolate glacier.
Because her dying call went unanswered, Sindragosa's final attachment turned into hatred.
She hated Deathwing for betraying the Dragonflight; she hated the Burning Legion for invading Azeroth; and... she hated Malygos for failing to hear her final call.
Sintharia sighed softly. "Even now, one can still feel her strong resentment near where Sindragosa fell. Her soul did not find peace with death; it still haunts the vicinity of her skeletal remains."
Arygos said with a bitter smile, "After my father's injuries recovered, he went to Icecrown Glacier multiple times trying to bring back my mother's remains, but the resentment lingering around the bones meant he could never find a way to start."
"The hate for Deathwing within that resentment infected him, making him also hate Deathwing with madness. And the hate for himself within that resentment... made him hate himself for being incapable of saving his partner."
"In the end, this self-reproach and hatred drove him insane. If anyone dares to mention the name Sindragosa in front of him, they will be met with his merciless attacks."
Leticia continued to ask in confusion, "Then... couldn't other dragons help bring Sindragosa's remains back?"
Alexstrasza seemed quite fond of this "curious baby." She smiled and rubbed Leticia's head, explaining, "It's not that easy."
"Before Malygos completely lost his mind, he made it clear: anyone who dares to touch Sindragosa's bones will be hunted by him to the ends of the earth."
"Forget ordinary dragons—even we Dragon Aspects are unwilling to risk offending Malygos by touching that raw nerve."