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"monster!"

Rielgor managed to utter the word with difficulty.

He had never used that word to describe his kind before, but at this moment, everything that Marathex had shown—the violent explosions, the almost gravity-defying maneuvers, the actions that should have shattered him to pieces but instead stopped his fall—completely refreshed his understanding of the dragon race, and also his understanding of himself.

He himself was also a dragon, a being that soared through the sky and looked down upon all things. But he could not spew out explosive bombs with such destructive power, nor could he twist his body in the air with such exaggerated movements that almost defied the laws of nature.

That power, that precision, that intense sense of control, has transcended the realm of dragons; it's more like... a new creature forged through civilization and war.
Just as Marathex was about to touch the lake's surface, Rielgor thought he was going to crash. He even pictured a colossal dragon plunging out of control into the lake, creating waves powerful enough to capsize a fleet. Just like not long ago on the vast ocean, when the dragons attacked the illusions before crashing into the ocean itself.

However, that did not happen.

Maratex's terrifying fall was abruptly stopped at the last moment before it hit the ground.

That wasn't luck, it was strength.

As a dragon, Rielgor knew exactly what the pressure he was under at that moment meant. That struggle against gravity came at the cost of almost his entire skeleton and bloodline.

But Maratex did it.

Riel's heart clenched, and an indescribable, forced-to-acknowledge shock exploded in his chest. It wasn't jealousy, nor fear, but an ancient and painful awareness surfaced in his mind—they had fallen behind.

The offspring of Caledor are arrogant, as are the fire dragons living in the Kingdom of Caledor, much like the land itself...

From Leandera, they learned that Duruchi's side had received support from the Red Dragon, but no one cared, only sneering and disdain.

During the battle for revenge, Imradik's dragon companion, Drauken, made a comment about Marok.

At that time, Drauken spoke with a nonchalant arrogance, believing that creatures like the Marok were primitive and savage, lacking the introspection and self-transcendence possessed by their slumbering counterparts in Dragonspine.

He even gave an example: "The difference between the fire dragons of Ulthuan and the red dragons of Elsin Alwyn is like that between elves and humans in the wilderness. They are similar in form, but different in soul. The former are noble inheritors, while the latter are merely savage imitators."

At that time, Drouken was perhaps right.

But times have changed.

Just as humanity progressed from barbarism to civilization, learning to forge swords, build cities, and write history.

Under Duruchi's guidance, the red dragons also established their own civilization. They systematically learned magical knowledge, studied military theory, understood the logic of wealth and power, and consciously managed their race and nurtured their offspring. They were no longer the beasts who only knew how to roar and burn.

However, the dragons' understanding is still stuck thousands of years in the past. They are still slumbering in their old glory and still regard red dragons as low-level aliens.

Now, the individual strength of the Red Dragon is enough to offset the numerical advantage of the Fire Dragon.

This is the most terrifying reality.

Rielgor's vertical pupils slowly rotated, a sinister light igniting within them. He saw the mist swirling on the distant lake begin to come alive, as if some sentient being were extending tentacles that slowly converged towards the direction of Malatex.

The fog was not formed naturally, but was a product of the spell spreading across the lake, carrying a chilling, soul-stirring aura.

Then he looked elsewhere, and everything seemed to foreshadow a larger tactic taking shape.

Rielgor had no time to hesitate. He roared, the sound shattering the air. At the same time, his wings unfurled like lightning, flapping violently!
With a deafening roar, he leaped into a diving position at incredible speed.

He didn't communicate with Kelly; there simply wasn't enough time. Even a few seconds of communication could have ruined his last chance.

The pace of the battlefield has reached a critical point.

Maratex's altitude stopped at fifty meters and showed no sign of rising further.

As a dragon, Rielgor knew what this meant. He understood what his opponent was about to do; the posture, the angle, the aura—all revealed one signal: the opponent was about to unleash its power!

He had to strike before his opponent could make their move, otherwise, the fire dragons over the entire lagoon would be in danger. Moreover, there was that eerie mist; under its cover and protection, his opponent could attack or defend at will.

The instant Rielgor swooped down, the other dragons moved as well. Another Silvermoon Dragon in the group swiftly sidestepped, its silvery-white scales reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight, like a sword cleaving the sky. It drew a wide arc, attempting to attack Malatex from the flank, with three Sundra Dragons close behind.

The remaining four Sun Dragons followed Riel's lead and swooped down in unison.

Further away, others of their kind were also on their way.

Just as Malatex was about to touch the lake, Ashdaron and Kaledal moved, lowering their altitude. As the fire dragons began to move, Ashdaron and Kaledal cursed and moved again, rapidly descending, knowing what Malatex was about to do and needing to protect their companion's flank.

After seeing his cousins ​​move, Marathex remained hovering there, his upright body filling the emblem like some heralds, his massive wings slightly spread, as if he himself filled the entire battlefield. His vertical pupils slowly contracted, golden-red light flowing within them, and then he fired again.

Bombs, one per second.

The deadly bomb, trailing a fiery exhaust, hurtled toward its target at a speed beyond the reach of sight.

As the first bomb exploded, Anasara, perched on the dragon's back, slowly closed her eyes. Her right elbow rested on the armrest, her body leaning slightly forward. Her right hand rose, hovering in front of her, fingers spread, the fingertips trembling slightly in the air, as if sensing some unseen rhythm.

The world around her slowly faded from her perception, leaving only the texture of flowing energy.

Two seconds later, her hand clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white, as if she had crushed something invisible to the naked eye.

In fact, she did crush something, but it wasn't in her hand.

Her compatibility with Marathex was terrifying, exaggerated to the point of defying common sense. It was so exaggerated that a swooping Sundra was pushing its potential to the limit, its wings tearing through the air with a series of shockwaves, and just before being hit by a bomb, it managed to perform an evasive maneuver.

It was a miraculous escape, extremely dangerous.

However, the bomb still exploded around him.

If the bombs themselves are high-explosive shells, then Anna Sara is the radio proximity fuse; she is the one who turns those bombs into thinking anti-aircraft shells.

She doesn't need to touch the target; she only needs to lock onto it with her mind.

The Fiery Dragon was too close to the blast center. So close that at the moment of the explosion, his left wing, along with its bones, flesh, and membrane, was blown off!

The firelight illuminated his chest and reflected the momentary astonishment in his dragon eyes.

At the last moment, the dragon mage on the dragon's back deployed a magical shield. The combined brilliance of the amulet and the shield shone briefly in the air, but only for half a second. The next instant, the light was completely engulfed, and he and his shield vaporized, disappearing into the blast and shattered light.

The Fiery Dragon let out a mournful howl that tore through the sky. It wasn't a roar, but a death throes, a scream of extreme agony. It lost its lift, its tattered wings swirling in flames, and it plummeted into the lagoon like a burning meteor.

Then, another Sun Dragon was hit. Anasara didn't detonate it because she was too slow. Perhaps it was exhaustion, perhaps a momentary hesitation, or perhaps the fear from the successive deaths of her companions interfered with her. She made a dodging motion, but compared to her companion who had successfully evaded the direct hit, her movements appeared clumsy and sluggish.

The bomb struck his relatively vulnerable abdominal scales with perfect accuracy.

hit!

There was no premature explosion, but rather the most extreme penetration. The bomb collided with the dragon's belly, and the bomb and the dragon scales were subjected to a terrifying compression and shattering at the moment of impact, but the enormous kinetic energy was not diminished at all. Like a red-hot iron piercing into butter, it forcefully chiseled open a huge, charred hole with rolled-up edges.

But this is just the beginning.

The bomb itself, carrying extremely unstable and destructive energy, burrowed directly into the body of the Fiery Dragon, into the enclosed space filled with writhing organs, warm blood, and life force.

Then comes the real detonation.

boom! ! !
A deep, thunderous roar, yet encased within the dragon's body, resounded from within. The massive body of the Blazing Sun Dragon suddenly stiffened in mid-air, violently expanding, contracting, and expanding again.

Immediately afterwards, countless gashes exploded in his abdomen, back, and even his ribs! Blazing flames mixed with instantly vaporized flesh, shattered bones, and fragments of internal organs, gushing out wildly from these gashes!

Like an overinflated sac set ablaze from within, its life was utterly torn apart and annihilated from the inside with a short, almost inaudible wail. The massive dragon body disintegrated in mid-air, transforming into a rain of death—a mixture of blood mist, chunks of flesh, and acrid soot—that cascaded down onto the lagoon below.

The dragon mage on the dragon's back was completely wiped out at the molecular level, along with his dragon mount, the instant the bomb entered his body and detonated.

Annasara coldly perceived the burst of flesh and blood fireworks. For her and Maratex, it was a hit that required no further action, an inevitable outcome that the target had failed to avoid.

Their hunting is efficient, ruthless, and continues, but the methods have changed.
Despite Marathex's explosive bombs being able to fire at a terrifying rate of one per second, he only managed to spit out two.

There was no other reason than time itself. Riel Gor's dive, burning with the flames of vengeance, was faster than anyone could imagine.

His dragon wings, which were already wrapped in an inextinguishable flame, now burst forth with a dazzling light like the core of the sun. The edges of the dragon wings burned fiercely in the air and even began to ionize, leaving behind a brilliant and deadly trail of light like a meteor!

Wings of Fire!
After the spell was successfully cast, the caster was enveloped in fiery wings and carried into the air at an incredible speed.

As a dragon, Marathex naturally possessed wings, and when he unleashed them, the visual effect was nothing short of miraculous. At this moment, the rules of magic defiantly transcended physical inertia; his massive body, just before Riel's destructive dragon breath was about to engulf him, did not take flight, but rather seemed to be erased from its spot by an invisible giant hand.

The next second, he appeared in the air a hundred meters high as if he had teleported, leaving only a ring of air ripples that had been torn and vibrated by the extreme speed where he had been hovering.

Almost at the same time that Marathex forcibly escaped danger using magic, Anasara on the dragon's back also moved.

A clear, ruthless, and disdainful curve appeared on her face, as cold and aloof as a frozen lake. Her method of retaliation was equally unconventional, a realm she could never reach before obtaining the brass ring imbued with forbidden power. Her hands clenched in front of her, as if gripping an invisible throat.

Of the four Sun Dragons that swooped down with Riel Gol, only two remained after being hit by two bombs. As Riel Gol unleashed his dragon breath, the two were also building up theirs. Due to their size and level, and because Riel Gol had initiated the dive first, they lagged behind, resulting in their dragon breath not reaching the required distance.

However, since they were gathering their dragon breath to make up for the attack distance, they didn't need to use it. When Riel's dragon breath grazed the afterimage of Maratex, and when Ana Sara's hands suddenly clenched, their massive bodies stiffened abruptly.

*Pfft... Boom!*

It wasn't an external impact, but rather a more complete internal collapse!
Anna Sara's loosely clenched hands tightened abruptly, as if crushing two invisible hearts. The next second, the scorching dragon breath accumulated in their throat sacs was detonated remotely and simultaneously in an unbelievable way! The destructive energy, unrestrained, surged and expanded wildly within their most vulnerable bodies, ultimately tearing everything apart from the inside out!
Before they could even utter a cry of agony, they transformed in mid-air into two bursts of blood, flesh, and flame—flowers of death—following in the footsteps of their companion pierced through the abdomen by an explosive bomb. The dragon mage on the dragon's back was also annihilated. Fragments of dragon scales, bones, and internal organs rained down like a torrential downpour, providing a cruel yet magnificent backdrop for Riel'gor's desperate charge.

Anna Sara, having delivered the fatal blow, didn't even notice the two plumes of flesh and blood fireworks falling from the sky. Her figure on the dragon throne suddenly blurred, as if swallowed by an invisible fire, transforming into a violently swaying, twisting orange-red flame.

Dakos will dash, Malekith will pass, and so will she.

Although her flame flashes were not as unpredictable and swift as the previous two, and her movement trajectory was as obvious as a torch in the night, it was enough, because she was already very close to her target.

At the same time, Marathex, who had completed the leap to the Wings of Fire, did not let out a deafening dragon roar, nor did he cast a contemptuous glance. Not even a trace of emotion could be found on his rock-like face.

Absolute calmness is the ultimate form of arrogance.

He slightly adjusted the angle of his massive jaw, and instead of the muffled roar of a bomb brewing deep in his throat, a sharp, concentrated energy hum burst forth.

ray!

Riel'gor's decision was made in a flash, decisive and correct. He risked everything, attempting to drag his formidable opponent into the lagoon's abyss through mutual destruction. However, his sure-fire strike only struck emptiness. The scorching dragon breath, like a bursting dam, crashed against the empty lake surface, stirring up towering white steam.

The target has disappeared.

His massive body, which had been lunging forward with all its might, was now like a companion lost in an illusion, crashing into the sea. It had completely lost control and could only follow the laws of physics, carrying the inertia of despair, crashing into the lake like a meteorite.

He was, after all, just a silver moon dragon. He lacked the power of Marathex to overturn the rules, and he had no legendary spellcaster to bail him out at the crucial moment. Just a split second before his silver-scaled body was about to make devastating contact with the lake's surface, Marathex's ray arrived.

That was no ordinary beam of light, but a torrent of energy condensed to the extreme, with a blazing white core and a dark blue edge. It was destruction itself condensed to the extreme, an erasure at the level of laws.

Wherever the ray passed, the air was instantly ionized, emitting a piercing crackling sound and leaving a brief, scorching path of distorted light and shadow. Before the ray even touched the lake surface, its terrifying heat had already evaporated the water below, carving out a rapidly extending, boiling chasm.

The destructive ray, precise, calm, and merciless, first swept across Riel's left shoulder joint, which he was struggling to maintain his balance.

laugh!
There was no violent explosion, only a more chilling sound, like a hot knife cutting through grease.

The instant the rays made contact, Riel's prized, moon-like scales did not shatter. Instead, they vaporized instantly, like ice crystals thrown into a raging fire, without even a wisp of smoke. The tough, thick skin and the strong muscle fibers beneath were decomposed and peeled away on the same microscopic scale, as if their existence were merely an illusion easily erased.

The exposed bones, too, could not withstand the impact for even a moment longer. The dragon bones, which were strong enough to withstand the enormous force, first turned black and carbonized under unimaginable high temperatures, and then disintegrated into the finest ash in the continuous energy torrent of the rays, which was instantly blown away by the hot winds generated by the rays.

The ray moved without the slightest hesitation, as if it were not cutting through the dragon's body, but merely moving its brushstrokes on an invisible canvas. Following a cold, straight trajectory, like the most precise and ruthless surgical scalpel, it sliced ​​into Riel's massive chest cavity.

Ribs and spine—the cornerstones that form the dragon's magnificent framework—collapse and vanish silently before the rays, like sandcastles caught in a tide. The internal organs, still beating, the lungs performing their ancient respiratory cycle, and other life-sustaining organs evaporate directly in the torrent of energy before they can even be destroyed.

Wherever the ray passed, an extremely fine and deep groove appeared on the dragon's body. The cuts on both sides of the groove were as smooth as a mirror, and even showed a molten glass-like luster due to the instantaneous high temperature, temporarily sealing the blood vessels.

The trajectory of death is being etched onto his dragon body at the speed of light.

When the ray that brought absolute destruction suddenly disappeared, Riel's existence was split in two.

At first, there was an extreme, transcendent sense of nothingness, as if a part of his massive body, along with all the senses connected to it, had been gently wiped from the canvas of the world by an invisible hand of some supreme being. There was no excruciating pain as expected, only a strange emptiness as if his soul had been forcibly torn apart, a large chunk of his consciousness missing. His nerve endings didn't even have time to send any warnings to his brain; destruction itself had already done its work.

However, this eerie calm lasted only a fleeting moment.

Immediately afterwards, the reality and cruelty of the physical world, like a belated tide, overwhelmed his remaining consciousness.

First, it got out of control.

He clearly felt that the latter half of his body—his powerful hind limbs, long dragon tail, and the key to maintaining his balance—had completely lost its connection with his brain. He tried to struggle, but could only manipulate the remaining half of his body to make some futile and contorted movements. The sky spun wildly in his vertical pupils, the sun, the distant mountains, and the rapidly expanding lagoon below all blending into a blurry mass of color.

Then... the fall.

It was a contradictory experience, both incredibly heavy and incredibly light. The heaviness came from his still massive front half, being relentlessly dragged down by gravity; the lightness came from the other half, which had been lost and turned into blood and dust.

Only then did the wound, temporarily sealed by the intense heat, begin to crumble. The evaporated and blocked dragon blood, like a volcano accumulating pressure for millennia, erupted wildly from the smooth, mirror-like cut edge—not flowing, but gushing forth! The scalding dragon blood drew a long, tragically crimson curtain in the air, staining his descent a bloody path to death. Fragments of internal organs, mixed with melted bone fragments, spilled from his open chest and abdomen.

The excruciating pain finally arrived.

It was not a single pain, but a destructive symphony composed of countless sensations: the cold and tearing sensation of internal organs exposed to the air, the weakness of life being lost madly with blood, and the belated, burning ultimate pain that came from the severed body, enough to make the soul scream.

In this extreme pain and spinning chaos, his consciousness entered a strange, accelerated flashback state.

He seemed to feel the warmth of being a dragon egg again, and hear the joyful whispers of his elders as he hatched; he saw himself spreading his tender wings for the first time, leaping off a cliff with encouragement from his elders, feeling the freedom and fear of being lifted by the air currents; he experienced countless hunts and battles, soaring through the sky with his companions, his scales shimmering with a cool light under the moonlight...

Finally, all the images froze on one face: Kelice Flameheart, for whom he was willing to give his life and loyalty.

"my friend……"

A vague, inaudible thought flashed through his shattered consciousness. There was no resentment, no curses against the enemy, only a trace of regret for failing to complete his mission, and a final longing for the sky he could no longer soar in.

His eyes, those dragon pupils that once burned with rage and determination, were now rapidly dimming. The last thing to enter his dilated pupils was the approaching, increasingly cold, blue lake.

The next moment, eternal darkness engulfed everything.

His broken body, carrying with it lingering resentment and gushing blood, crashed heavily into the cold lagoon, creating two brief but massive jets of water before slowly sinking into the azure waters that would ultimately bury him.

Time goes back again.

As the ray appeared at Riel's left shoulder joint, Anasara, now in flames, suddenly appeared on Riel's back. Then, the flames coiled around an outline like threads, the form within appearing and disappearing as if torn from another dimension.

As her footprints landed on the scales of the dragon's back, the flames gradually died down from her legs upwards, and her flesh reformed as the flames faded, returning layer by layer to reality—flesh, blood, robes, and metal ornaments.

When she reached the back of the throne, her form had completely returned to normal. She raised her head and looked along the trajectory of the ray, then took an elegant step, so light it seemed out of place, as if she were on the stage of a grand ceremony rather than on a battlefield.

As she was about to step over the back of the dragon throne, her head emerged first, her cold face softened, and finally, she revealed a gentle smile, a smile that carried a touch of nostalgia and a hint of cruel tenderness.

Meanwhile, Kellis, seated on his dragon throne, was making a final struggle. His face was contorted, his blue eyes bloodshot, and his lips trembled as he chanted the incantation. Desperation, anger, pain, and resentment intertwined on his face, and his voice, hoarse, still tried to utter the last syllable.

It was a stubborn refusal to yield, as if determined to fight fate to the last breath.

Seeing that Kelly hadn't noticed her, Annasara smiled gently and greeted her first.

Hi, long time no see.

The tone was almost like a friendly greeting, light and casual, yet with a hint of playfulness that chilled the air.

Anna Sara knew Kelly.

They had dealt with each other before, and more than once. Last time, when Duruci attacked Ausuan, Kellis and Rielgor almost single-handedly caused Duruci a great deal of trouble.

So she was given the mission to kill Kelly.

Unfortunately, they all failed.

Yes, but not ultimately.

Keep in mind that that attack lasted for nearly three hundred years. (This is mentioned in Chapter 514; at least that's how it's written in the military records.)
In terms of magical skill, Annasara far surpasses Kellis, but in other aspects, she is inferior to him. The black dragon she rides is ferocious and untamed, barely comparable to the Sun Dragon. While casting spells, she must also constantly guard against the black dragon suddenly attacking her. That dangerous relationship between companions makes every aerial battle feel like dancing on a knife's edge.

In contrast, Kel'Thuzad, the Silver Moon Dragon Riel'gor, is a tier higher than the Sun Dragon. Besides the dragon, there's also the staff Kel'Thuzad wields—the Sun Staff; for specific stat bonuses, refer to items like Malekith's Steel Circlet.

This is why she was already at a disadvantage before the battle even began.

She understood, and Kelly understood too.

Therefore, Kelly always tries to avoid direct contact with her.

The sudden sound startled Kellis, causing his body to tremble violently. Almost instinctively, he gripped his staff tightly, abruptly stopping the incantation he was just reciting. The flow of energy around him exploded into orange-yellow flames.

When he looked up and saw Anna Sara standing right in front of him, his expression froze instantly.

It was pure astonishment.

But the expression lasted for less than a second. Then, his face began to twitch and twist. His spellcasting was interrupted, and he was attacked by the backlash.

Anna Sara looked at him calmly, as if she were appreciating a predetermined ending.

Then she moved; she didn't want to be touched by the lake, either symbolically or literally. As Kelly attempted to thrust the Sunlight Staff towards her, her left hand shot out, her fingertips swiftly snapping shut, precisely grasping the middle of the staff.

Despite the backlash from the magic, Kelly pushed the staff with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. He could feel the hand opposite him, like a steel claw formed from magic.

Anna Sara's gaze remained unwavering as her right hand slowly extended, its trajectory elegant to the point of being cold. When that hand reached Kelly, she gently grasped his chin.

The instant his fingertips touched his skin, Kelly's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes brightened, and then turned blood red.

However, the powerful energy that suddenly flashed in his eyes vanished before it could erupt or reach Anna Sara, and he let out a painful howl.

Boiling Blood – This is a touch spell that causes the target's blood to boil upon contact, inflicting pain and hallucinations.

Kellis's howl didn't come from his throat, but from the deepest part of his body, from every inch of his burning flesh. The boiling blood contained in Annasara's right hand was no ordinary thing.

For a novice spellcaster, Boiling Blood is a trick, but for a high-level spellcaster, it is not. Tricks have many uses, even killing techniques.

When talking about passionate stories, one cannot help but mention Herriben and the Helban family...

This is not a simple heating process, but an echo of the old era of Duruci, a life force imbued with a violent and destructive will.

In a fraction of a second, Kelly's originally fair skin turned bright red and shiny, like a molten branding iron. Countless tiny blood vessels were the first to succumb to the terrifying internal pressure, bursting open on the surface of his skin, but what gushed out was not droplets of blood, but a scorching mist of blood.

Next came his eyes. Those eyes, which had been trying to burst forth with red light, now seemed like two overcharged glass balls, exploding from the inside, the molten lenses and boiling blood mixing and flowing down from their sockets.

He was like a poorly sealed container being heated in a furnace. Immense pressure was building up inside him, searching for any outlet.

His eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth simultaneously spewed out a mixture of scalding hot steam and blood with a strong, acrid smell.

However, this is just the beginning.

His hands, gripping the Sunlight Staff, peeled away and melted away like burning wax, revealing finger bones that had been instantly boiled to a grayish-white color. His magnificent, fire-resistant mage robes carbonized and shattered under the intense heat, revealing his chest, which was also heaving and deforming violently beneath.

A dull, terrifying tearing sound.

His chest could no longer contain the raging energy and burst open violently. Not destroyed by external force, but completely ruptured from the inside. Scalding blood, pieces of internal organs cooked instantly, and shattered ribs sprayed out like a volcanic eruption, forming a brief but horrifying fountain of flesh and blood.

At the heart of this fountain was his heart, still twitching and trying to beat, yet half-cooked by the intense heat. It was exposed in the air for a moment, then, under Anna Sara's indifferent gaze, it shattered into even larger fragments.

Kelly's wailing stopped abruptly.

His remaining torso resembled an empty, tattered sack. The body that once contained powerful magic was now nothing but a charred, twisted, and smoky shell, sizzling as it fell into the lagoon along with Riel Gol.

Annasara held onto the Sunlight Staff the entire time. The moment Kelis's body exploded, she used the recoil to gracefully float backward, her posture elegant and composed, without even the hem of her clothes being stained by the destructive blood fountain.

Her eyes remained calm, her face showed no sign of relief. She had made too many enemies in her life, yet she had always survived. Just as the lake water was about to touch her, she transformed into flames and vanished on the dragon's back.

Back on Marathex's back, she didn't look around, but stared at the Sunlight Staff in her hand. She had gone to so much trouble for this staff, which was why she hadn't prioritized killing Rielgor earlier.

The Sunlight Staff is the staff of Savan (Chapter 797), forged during the Great Invasion.

Both Savan and Serioll were disciples of Caledo who did not participate in the construction of the Great Vortex, ensuring that the magical lineage would not be interrupted. Unlike Serioll, who chose to stay and teach, Savan yearned for true spiritual practice. He abandoned everything to travel the world, exploring ancient ruins and unknown forbidden lands.

Finally, he returned to Ulthuan and climbed the Crater Mountains. When he returned, he was white-haired and blind, and he remained silent about his journey. The Sunlight Staff was the one he lost in Crater, which was later found by Kel'Thuzad.

Unfortunately, Kelix did not fully unleash the power of the Sunlight Staff. Only those who can truly understand the whispers of the flames can awaken it, and Kelix did not do so.

Now, the Sunlight Staff is in Anasara's hands. (End of Chapter)