Crassus floated in the unbearable darkness, the feeling that it wanted to find and crush him was even more palpable, he had heard stories of being caught up in the Crysalon Box, those dragons and other magical creatures were locked up in it for years, decades, centuries, until the terrible legend that went mad, time, did not flow as normally as the real world, at least he knew that his friends and comrades were dead, and that the evil Sinistra brewed in Grimbaatar would destroy all of Azeroth, no! This can't happen!at least not yet! The dragon rebukes himself for his terrible imagination, and Deathwing's spouse tries to extract the essence of his magic to satisfy her hatred of the world, and hopefully save Karek anyway.

He was saddened by the unfortunate past of the Blue Dragon, the thing in the cave, apparently ready to defend itself against the attacks of the powerful dragons, and was ready to make a big deal out of Karek. When Karsus realizes that he can't even do anything to save his companions, he becomes furious, and he becomes even angrier at himself, and when he realizes that he can't even help anyone else, he doesn't know anything about what happened to Elidy, and in desperation he teleports her to a place he knows near Grimbaatar - that knowledge comes from his own people who once stood on the hill - There, magic was hard to harness, and there she had a chance to recover and get out of the area as quickly as she could.

Crassus didn't know if she did.

More than the first time, the dragon tried to test the strength of the prison that trapped him, ironically, apparently he had more power here than anywhere else in Grimbaatar, more than he could have limited, but the box itself was a pocket-like universe, and it drew on the magic of the victim to imprison the victim himself, and it also allowed him not to be disturbed by Synestra's spells, or whatever else made him weak in the mountain, but he couldn't just wait here. Until the Black Dragon freed him in order to experiment with his demonic spells, Crassus was no ordinary prisoner, he knew the history of the Crysalon Box, which itself was a masterpiece of dragons.

Originally, the crate was designed for a variety of purposes, depending on which dragon was designed. But the first and most important reason was that they were meant to catch all sorts of magical threats - demons, mad mages, elemental creatures, and the like, especially those created by the black dragons, and used to deal with wandering energies and other beings that threatened the entire land.

But this soon changed, and the mad Nesario became enraged by the defeat of the Demon Souls at the Well of Eternity. And for those filthy purposes to capture his imaginary enemies with the artifacts that his race had once created, the other dragons quickly found the boxes and sealed them forever in a place unknown to anyone, except those that were located underground.

But centuries later, some of them returned, and perhaps this one was one of them.

Crassus was frustrated, maybe he was wrong, maybe the knowledge about these filthy little boxes was no longer useful to him - the dragon was starting to hesitate, wasn't it? Suddenly, a key idea dawned on him, it took a lot of energy to make a Creshalon box. That's why thankfully there are so few of them, and even some of them aren't completely sturdy, and they always have flaws.

It was a desperate thought, but it was the only hope he had, and Crassus focused and stretched out his mental power.

At first, he could only feel the unbearable imprisonment, and for a while he even hoped that Sinistra would soon use him as a real thing, a terrible thought that made him tremble, but he immediately ran away from the thought, and now he began to wonder how much time he would have to pray again if his escape failed.

Again and again Crassus concentrated. Many times he could feel the essence of his own magic, but gradually, he felt another kind of magic.

That's not even what Azeroth is original

The flame of hope was rekindled, and Crassus focused his attention on it. Something was similar to it, and it reminded him of-

Yes, that's it, yes, this box must have once contained that Void Dragon.

The dragon didn't know if that increased his chances, but for sure. The makers of this nasty prison didn't imagine what the Void Dragon's energy would be.

Crassus delved deeper into the whole design, and the strange variations were supposed to be the work of the originator, perhaps Nesario or his spouse, and was slightly discouraged when he found that he couldn't find anything useful, whoever had made this particular artifact must have been eager to test its abilities.

But Crassus had to try, he looked closely at the box's magical source and tried to find the flaw caused by the destruction caused by the Void Dragon, which could well be his chance to escape, he had to-

The dragon frowned suddenly, and the spell body of the Kresa Lun's box had changed again, but it was not from the hand of the person who created the zào, which didn't make sense, then it was only possible that it was caused by the Void Dragon.

Crassus observed further.

His prison spun suddenly, and threw him up, and the darkness turned gray and black, and Crassus spun like a spindle.

He instinctively resisted, his body flexing her hands and legs stretching and curling into a ball that did not fit his elven form at all, claws sticking out from his fingertips, scales covering his skin, his nose stretching forward and becoming long and pointed, wings growing from his back as if his robes were not in place.

Flapping his massive wings, Clyostraz slowed his movements and stopped flying, the red behemoth roaring at his painful effort.

As he regained his balance, Clay Ostraz tried to make sense of what had happened, briefly probing the terrain in questioning to make the entire prison in which he had been held seem to be suddenly enlightened.

It was clear that the Void Dragon was closer to freedom than he thought.

But unfortunately, due to the lack of relevant knowledge, the Void Dragon did not escape because of its unusualness.

But Claostraz's hope grew, and though the stakes were high, it was better to take the risk than to stay here until eternity or wait until his captors summoned him. Sinestra must have been well prepared when he was ready to open the crate, which made it more certain that the red dragon would escape.

Kleostraz examined the weakened area more cautiously, observing how it weakened the entire vessel, and he was soon surprised to find that the Void Dragon's strange energy could act on the entire vessel, just as a virus acted on the human body. These two forces are very similar.

Apparently, the previous Prisoner's Essence of Magic had transformed the entire system of spells in the Crate of Kresharon into something completely beyond the imagination of the Maker.

The red dragon soon discovers the fragile junction of the two energies, where the spell system is most affected, and it is that point that requires the red dragon to focus all his efforts.

In the eyes of ordinary people, his efforts to learn magic were perhaps second only to the greatest of the Blue Dragons, and Cleostraz continued to move slowly towards the point of deviation. He eventually found a clue, and as long as he carefully moved again and disconnected the rest as well, he theoretically had a chance to get out.

Despite some fear, Clyostraz carefully ripped off the connection. Suddenly, he felt the whole box begin to tremble, and the darkness turned gray. The red dragon was bolder and freer.

When the connection was completely disconnected, it didn't happen as he needed it all, the vessel cracked, and then the rift began to widen, and Claostraz quickly realized that he needed to fix it, but the damage was beyond what he could do. And the abuse of spells also caused the originally intact box to become full of holes.

The whole box collapsed, gray surged red dragons from all directions, Clay Ostraz screamed, and the collapse of the prison unleashed a new terrifying force that surrounded him. A whirlpool formed in front of him, and it became more and more frightening. Claostraz desperately tries to break free, but is still caught up in the middle.

Although this qiē only took place in a container not even the size of an apple, for Cleostraz, it was as if the whole of Azeroth had been destroyed, and even the entire universe was about to join it. He wanted to escape from the box, and he did achieve his goal...... But that only made him regret it even more. He began to flap his giant wings, battling against such a primal yet powerful force, but he soon became exhausted. The center of the vortex appeared in front of him gloomily, and the whole vortex suddenly grayed, blackened, and then turned crimson.

As the dragon approached the center, the invisible force worked even more violently on him, and he felt that his bones were going to be crushed into powder, ** to be squeezed into juice, and he had never experienced such unbearable pain in his long life.

It was then that the dragon realized that he had one more thing to do, and that it might cause him more suffering or even death, but at least there was a slim hope. Trying to concentrate as much as he could, Clyostraz used all his magic to protect himself, making him so nervous that he fainted. But until the end his spell persevered.

The red behemoth carefully searched for the true center of the whirlpool, and it had to be accurate, otherwise it would be like suicide.

Flickering his wings harder, Clyostraz no longer had to contend with the pull of the whirlpool, and now that he was merging with that force, he slid forward and accelerated, hoping that no matter what happened, he would pass quickly.

As he entered the center, Clais Ostraz screamed again. (To be continued.) )