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make. What that choice might be, none of them had as yet been able to suggest, and all knew that time was quickly running out.
    Kalec could also see the disaster looming and did not think this brief triumph foreshadowed the same against Galakrond any more than Malygos did. Kalec silently railed at his own defenselessness in the matter, and at that moment, he realized that he felt more attuned to these ancient events than to his own troubles in the present.
    This is not right , Kalec thought. This is a reflection of the past. It’s done! The future is the only battle left to be fought!
    But still, Kalec felt as much a part of this small band of proto-dragons as Malygos was. When Alexstrasza and Ysera spoke to his host, it was as if they spoke to Kalec . Even more surprising, when Neltharion stood at Malygos’s side, fighting along with him as any true friend and comrade would, Kalec experienced the same kinship Malygos had developed with the charcoal-gray male.
    Kinship with Deathwing . . . and through a host who would someday become almost as much of a threat to Azeroth. The notion shook Kalec, and he railed anew at what had happened to him, hoping that somehow he could return to his own time and body.
    Young Malygos, ever ignorant of Kalec’s plight, was more concerned with his friend. He noted Ysera rapidly descending into the canyon, her flight path somewhat erratic. Seeing no sign of Alexstrasza, Malygos chose to follow the yellowish female himself.
    With what was obvious effort, Ysera alighted just a few yards above the bottom. The scorched, torn remnants of undead lay scattered below her. As Malygos dropped near her, he saw that Ysera’s breathing had become labored. Within Malygos, Kalec—his own distress momentarily forgotten—shared his host’s concern for the other proto-dragon.
    Ysera did not notice Malygos until he was almost upon her. Even then, she only looked up at him with sullen eyes, then continued her efforts to regain her breath.
    The icy male landed beside her but did not speak. Observing Ysera, Malygos noted her gaze drifting from one ripped piece of dry flesh to another. Neither Malygos nor Kalec could make sense of her observations; the fragments were from a variety of families, including both Malygos’s and Neltharion’s but not, upon closer inspection, Ysera’s.
    â€œNot here . . .” she finally murmured as her breathing calmed. “Not here . . .”
    After a moment, Malygos asked, “Who?”
    â€œDralad.”
    The name meant nothing to either Kalec or his host. Malygos waited, and both were rewarded a few breaths later as Ysera clarified. “Clutch brother . . .”
    Malygos hissed low, then muttered, “He is dead.”
    â€œThese were, too.”
    That had occurred to both Malygos and Kalec, but not what Ysera was implying.
    â€œSaw body,” Malygos offered.
    She looked up at the male, her gaze steady and demanding. “Not burned by my sister. You destroy it?”
    Malygos shook his head. There had been no thought of destroying the dead at that point. Even though this generation had seen proto-dragons leap to a level of intelligence far in advance of anything they had developed before, the notion of a proper burial was not something the creatures had yet conceived. Even dragons, Kalec knew, simply preferred to come to their final rest near the temple.
    And, oddly, near Galakrond .
    â€œWatched every not-living,” Ysera went on, stretching her wings. She looked recovered from her bout, although she was clearly still somewhat weary. “Not found. Not found.”
    â€œHis body—”
    â€œNot there!” the female snapped. Then, looking more tired again, she shrugged off their conversation and took to the air.
    Kalec’s host watched as she ascended. What he recalled of that discovery had made him believe that Ysera’s clutch brother had not risen as so many