Paltathasstraz, in his human form, embraced Galen upon his landing. "Highlord, welcome!" Despite his public role as the Red Dragon Legion's second-in-command, he was, in truth, Galen's subordinate.
After a brief exchange, Galen noticed the Red Dragon Queen's intense gaze fixed upon Onyxia, who had assumed human form.
"Are you truly Onyxia?" Alexstrasza inquired.
During the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the presence of three demigod-level golden holy dragons fighting against Archimonde had been witnessed by many night elves. At that time, Galen had been prepared to bring the Lightforged Black Dragon matter to the forefront: I purified the corrupted bloodline of the black dragons, I aided you five-colored dragons, I have contributed to Azeroth!
"It is I, Queen Alexstrasza. The Highlord has cleansed the curse from the black dragon bloodline. Most of our new generation of dragons have been redeemed!" Onyxia offered the Red Dragon Queen an elegant, respectful bow.
"By the Titans, the Guardian Dragons will remember your aid, Highlord Galen!" Alexstrasza's face lit up with delight. She had never believed that the cursed bloodline could be purified. Though their color had changed, the outcome was undeniably positive!
However, the Queen's expression soon darkened. "It is a pity that our former fallen brother remains hidden beyond the Dark Portal. Had he been here, we might have been able to attempt his salvation as well!"
Onyxia's expression was knowing. Not only was my father saved, but he was also reborn. If the master's plans proceed smoothly, he might even reclaim his position as a Dragon Aspect, not the golden one though... The situation was both unexpected and surprisingly promising.
However, the Red Dragon Queen remained oblivious to Onyxia's inner thoughts. She led the group from Wyrmrest Temple's summit platform into the temple's interior. During this transition, the Red Dragon Queen noted Aragorn's imposing presence and cast several curious glances at the warhammer he carried. However, whether due to the passage of time or the Silver Hand Warhammer's reforging by Archaedas, she failed to recognize the legendary weapon.
In the hall beneath Wyrmrest Temple, the Red Dragon Queen, as the host, initiated the discussion. "I have invited the Highlord here to collaborate with the Crusade and the Alliance regarding the Blue Dragonflight's declaration of war on Dalaran and, by extension, all who wield magic."
"What are the Guardian Dragons' thoughts on this matter?" Galen inquired.
"When Malygos began siphoning the entire Azeroth's magic network, I dispatched my subordinate, Krysalis, to investigate. Tragically, she never returned!"
Oh ho, Galen mused. This Krysalis likely became the Blue Dragon King's latest acquisition.
"You are all aware of what transpired subsequently. Malygos's Azure Guard attacked our former temple!" It was then that Galen realized that only members of the Red Dragon Legion were present. The absence of the Bronze Dragons was understandable, given their elusive nature, but the Green Dragonflight's absence was puzzling.
"Where is Queen Ysera?" Galen asked.
"Various forms of corruption have surfaced along the borders of the Emerald Dream. Ysera has requested the assistance of the night elves, leaving us to address this crisis on our own!"
Corruption of the Emerald Dream? Galen thought. This is undoubtedly the work of the Nightmare Lord Xavius, acting on N'Zoth's behalf! It seemed the "Galen Remar" persona would need to make a timely "resurrection." The corruption of the Emerald Dream posed a significant threat to the druids and the dragonflights, but it also presented an opportunity to "invest" in the Green Dragonflight.
"The Blue Dragonflight's numbers are diminished. The combined might of the Crusade and the Red Dragon Legion is more than sufficient to quell Malygos's madness!" The Red Dragon Queen had heard of the Crusade's power from her mate. This force boasted numerous demigods. Before the night elves could resurrect the Wild Gods who had fallen during the War of the Ancients, the Crusade even surpassed this ancient Azerothian power in terms of high-end combat capability!
"I propose the formation of a Wyrmrest Accord to wage war against Malygos. While the Green Dragonflight cannot spare adult dragons for this conflict, they have dispatched five hundred dragonspawn. Chromie of the Bronze Dragonflight is also en route to Wyrmrest Temple!"
Galen nodded. While the Red Dragon Legion was known as the guardians of life, their concern for the mortal world was somewhat limited compared to other dragonflights. The establishment of the Wyrmrest Accord was a positive sign, indicating a willingness among the dragons to actively confront the crises facing Azeroth.
Once the matters pertaining to the Blue Dragonflight had been thoroughly discussed, Galen subtly signaled Partathas Staz, who, understanding the unspoken cue, dismissed the remaining individuals. Galen then motioned Aragorn forward.
"Queen Alexstrasza, the information I am about to share is of paramount importance. I request that we create a barrier to prevent any eavesdropping!"
Trusting Galen implicitly, Alexstrasza conjured a life barrier, enveloping the group. Galen, as a precaution, reinforced it with a magic barrier and a Power Word: Shield.
"Your Majesty," Galen began, his voice grave, "this paladin is named Aragorn. He is the reincarnation of Tyr, the King of Order!"
The Red Dragon Queen recoiled, visibly shaken by this revelation. "This… this is impossible!"
Over ten thousand years prior, they had received reports of unsettling events in Ulduar. The Guardian Dragons had attempted to investigate, but the Titan Keepers had driven them away. The dragons, already viewed with suspicion by some Keepers, had been forced to retreat in silence. Later, they had learned of Tyr's demise from the Vrykul.
Faced with the Red Dragon Queen's disbelief, Aragorn raised the Silver Hand Warhammer. The warhammer amplified Aragorn's soul energy, and a spectral giant materialized behind him. The three protective barriers served to contain the aura of Tyr's soul, preventing its detection by the fallen King of Wisdom, Loken, even across vast distances.
Sensing this familiar presence, Alexstrasza was finally convinced. "Respected Tyr! It truly is you!