It was not a physical vibration, but a deeper "tremor" originating from the very foundation of existence, as if the entire Dragon Sleeping Holy Land itself was a living behemoth whose heart, stagnant for eternity, was now injected with the first drop of scalding blood, beginning a heavy and arduous pulsation.
Linde's fingertips felt slightly numb, not because of the depletion of his power, but because the [Deconstruction Halo] was operating at an unprecedented load, frantically processing the massive and ancient flow of law information fed back from the connection point, as complex as the birth of the universe.
He felt like a lone boat sailing on a nebula that had suddenly begun to rotate slowly, and that he would be crushed by the newly awakened, unconscious power if he was not careful.
He had to concentrate all his will to maintain the stability of the bridge of light and darkness, like holding onto a thin safety rope in a storm.
The "static" force field enveloping the entire holy site rippled like the surface of an ancient well after a stone was thrown in, spreading out in circles of silent yet powerful waves.
The incredibly dense, seemingly solidified magical energy in the air began to flow slowly again, carrying a languid and tentative quality, like that of someone just awakening. The environment, which was originally as absolutely "sterile" as the inside of the crystal coffin, seemed to have been quietly mixed with a trace of imperceptible dust from beyond time.
All the sleeping dragons, regardless of age or bloodline, at the same moment, in the depths of that eternal dream, felt a faint yet incredibly clear "summoning".
It wasn't a sound, but a deep-seated throbbing in their blood, as if the "pillar supporting the existence of their entire race" had trembled slightly. Some young dragons unconsciously curled up in their slumber, revealing their filial piety and unease; while the older ancient dragons let out a silent sigh from the depths of their souls, a complex emotion of finally seeing a glimmer of dawn after a long wait.
Kael'thas, Malgosla, Donoz, and Matraya, the four dragons closest to him, instantly gleamed with uncontrollable excitement and disbelief.
Their massive bodies trembled slightly, a tremor stemming from a deep resonance and awe within their very souls.
Kael'thas felt as if his dragon crystal (heart) was being held by a warm and powerful hand, a protective aura belonging to the progenitor that he had only felt in his inherited memories since hatching.
Magosra's spiritual world, which was like an ancient well, was stirred up by a tidal wave. Countless fragments of memories about the glory and suffering of the dragon race, which had been sealed by the dust of time, surged up, almost bringing her to tears.
The nebula scales around Donoz flashed with light, and he "saw" the almost solidified spacetime structure of the Holy Land more clearly than any of his kin. Just like a thawing glacier, it began to emit subtle yet grand sounds of cracking and flowing.
The curiosity in Matara's eyes was replaced by an almost devout focus. She greedily perceived every change in color in the air, as if reading the first note of a song composed by the world itself, a song that had been silent for millennia and was finally being played.
Success?! This human actually found a way to connect with His Majesty in such a short time, and... without triggering any backlash from the laws!
This calmness, precision, and control over power far exceeded their most optimistic expectations, causing the elders to feel a chill involuntarily rise in their hearts amidst their ecstasy—would allying with such an existence lead the dragon race out of the mire, or lead them into another, more unfathomable fog?
Linde kept his eyes closed, focusing all his attention on maintaining that delicate yet crucial bridge of light and darkness.
His consciousness was now "seeing" a vast picture: the ancient consciousness composed of mountains, stars and time, like a hibernating giant bear, began to stretch its frozen limbs under the warm spring sun.
Countless fragments of memory, covered in dust, began to flicker, like stars in the night sky being lit one by one; sealed thoughts began to flow again, like a thawing river, initially slow, then surging forward with the force of ten thousand horses galloping.
Finally, at the heart of the holy land, the "Eternal Rock," which resembled an ancient mountain range, underwent a visible change.
The dark golden, rock-like, thick scales, whose surface layer of seemingly unchanging "gray matter" (actually highly condensed sediment of laws) began to peel away like a weathered sandcastle, falling in a rustling sound. Before touching the ground, they transformed into the purest energy light points and dissipated, revealing the real scales beneath, which flowed with a dark golden luster, like liquid metal, containing endless power and the texture of time.
A deep, resonant sigh, seemingly from the very depths of the earth, echoed in the hearts of every living being.
That wasn't a sound, but the groan of the rules, a declaration that time had restarted its countdown.
With this sigh, the luminous crystals on the dome of the sacred site, which resembled living stars, seemed to brighten slightly, and their pulsating rhythm became more powerful, as if breathing in sync with the awakening of their guardians.
Amazelak's massive dragon head, which was bowed low on its forepaws, twitched slightly.
This tiny movement alone caused the surrounding space to emit a faint, strained hum.
The eyes, covered by thick eyelids, slowly opened.
What kind of eyes were those...
It lacks the majesty of Kel'Thuzad, the profundity of Magosla, the sharpness of Donoz, and the curiosity of Matria.
Those eyes were purely "ancient".
Like two pieces of amber polished over countless years, containing the birth and death of all stars, the drifting of continents, and the rise and fall of civilizations.
Gazing at them is like gazing at history itself, where the river of time flows slowly, carrying a sense of all-knowing tranquility and... a trace of indescribable weariness, as if bearing the weight of the entire world.
Just by making eye contact with him, Linde felt as if a huge, cold soul-suppressing stone had been thrown into his mind, instantly suppressing all his chaotic thoughts, leaving only his core will burning coldly.
The first thing those ancient dragon eyes reflected was the figure standing before him, as small as dust, yet radiating a dazzling and contradictory power akin to that of a supernova—Lind Truk.
Amarselak's gaze lingered on Lind for a few moments.
The gaze seemed to pierce through his appearance, landing directly on the core of his soul, where light and darkness intertwined, even tracing his path from the rise of Blackrock Territory to the struggles of Shadow Abyss, and then to the battle with the God of Fusion... A feeling of having nowhere to hide swept over Lind's heart, but he forcibly calmed his mind, like a reef in a storm.
"...The order of light...the nothingness of shadow...can coexist so paradoxically in a mortal body..."
An aged, slow voice, each syllable seemingly carrying the dust of time, resounded directly into the depths of Linde's and every dragon elder present.
This sound did not travel through the air, but was a direct whisper of rules, carrying a power to soothe the restlessness of all things, yet containing an undeniable weight.
"An interesting variable... is you... who... awakened me from my eternal anchor..."
Lin De could sense a clear inquiry emanating from that vast will, as well as a hint of... understanding as if seeing something that shouldn't exist in theory, and even a fleeting, extremely faint surprise.
Linde felt the focus of that vast will, and slowly opened his eyes, his purple eyes calmly meeting those ancient amber dragon eyes.
He suppressed the slight tremor emanating from his soul, concealing all his calculations and vigilance beneath a cold exterior.
“Amarshark, the Rock of Eternity,” Lind’s voice transmitted through the mental link, clear and steady, like a coordinate pin dropped into the endless void.
"It is unavoidable to disturb your slumber. This world is facing the danger of its rules collapsing, and we need your strength."
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