Freya suppressed her excitement. She seemed to understand that some things needed to be kept secret. Although she didn't know the specifics, the best course of action now was to be patient. To endure.
In truth, Arthas had initially let Freya pursue him to evade Loken's surveillance. Loken, the so-called Prime Designate, was actually cut from the same cloth as Kil'jaeden—an old, conniving bastard. Such people were disgusting to deal with, always scheming from the shadows. Therefore, the best method was to hide and prioritize protecting his own safety.
The Shaper's Terrace was surrounded by a network of massive, blue lightning-like energy, with the stable and orderly energy of the Titans flowing through it. Titan energy was, in essence, Arcane power concentrated to a certain degree. It was just that its level was countless times higher than that of ordinary Arcane.
Arthas squinted. The power of the Titans was so immense that the mere rules by which they operated made him feel like he was worlds away. This wasn't an ant versus an elephant; it was a maggot-like microorganism versus a five-clawed golden dragon. These devices all absorbed Titan energy. Given the Pantheon's style, it was impossible that they were siphoning power from their own kin. Their goal was to awaken Azeroth's world-soul, not to enslave it.
In that case, the energy being absorbed was likely the insignificant wisps of power that the world-soul inadvertently leaked. Such a tiny sliver of energy was enough for mortals to create extraordinary beings. If this was just its insignificant energy, then just how powerful was Azeroth?
Look at Azshara, Malfurion, and the others—these native lifeforms were so formidable. Perhaps this was why the creatures on Azeroth were stronger, smarter, and had greater potential than those on other planets. On planets without a world-soul, or where the world-soul had died, life, intelligent beings, and civilizations could still exist. But the creatures on such planets were ignorant and weak.
Crack! The corruption of the Old God Power was gradually devoured, then transformed into pure energy and integrated into the Dragon Eggs. Cracks began to appear on the eggs. Under the infusion of Titan energy, they started to undergo a qualitative change. After a dazzling flash of light, Arthas looked again. More cracks had appeared on the Dragon Eggs, and he felt a connection as if by blood, like his own children were being born.
Crack. A Blue Whelp's head poked out. Its adorable eyes stared at Arthas as it let out a cheerful cry, then quickly began to devour its eggshell, struggling to break free from the Dragon Egg. This struggle would temper the Whelp's muscles and bones, laying a good foundation from the moment of birth.
Cracks appeared on the other Black Dragon Egg as well. A small head poked out, cried out to Arthas, and also began to struggle against the confines of its shell.
A mysterious luster flowed over the two Whelps, one blue and one black, their bodies still covered in sticky albumen. They gnawed on their eggshells mouthful by mouthful. These shells were supplements for the Whelps, and eating them was highly beneficial.
Onyxia's eyes were filled with curiosity and excitement. These were Whelps! The last batch of Whelps had been born almost a thousand years ago. Black Dragon Eggs had become increasingly rare and unable to hatch. To be able to see Dragon Eggs hatch and the young born successfully once more was a happier occasion than any other.
Sinestra's eyes also flickered, her jade-like hands subconsciously clenching into fists. No one knew better than her how difficult it was for the Black Dragons to reproduce. There were almost no viable Dragon Eggs left. None. The adult female Dragons were almost all dead, with only a scant few remaining, which meant reproduction was already an impossibility. To witness the birth of new life in the face of extinction nearly brought her to tears of joy, but she forcefully held them back.
Flap! Flap! The two unique Whelps flapped their wings and flew up. Although they looked clumsy, they arrived on Arthas's shoulders in an instant. They stuck out their small, tender tongues and licked Arthas's cheeks, an intimate gesture of a child meeting its father.
"Titan Dragon: Female, ?"
"You have gained two Titan Dragons as followers. Please name them."
Arthas looked at the two Whelps. The little Black Dragon seemed somewhat menacing, while the little blue one had a touch more charm and gentleness. He stroked his chin. "Onyxia, I need to give them names. What do you think would be good?"
"They are female," Sinestra couldn't help but remind him. She wanted to reach out and touch the newborn Black Dragon, but it bared its teeth at her. If she dared to extend her hand, she might get bitten! The Titan power surging from its body felt somewhat similar to that of a Dragon Aspect, which surprised her even more.
"Did they sign a contract with you, husband?" Onyxia was a little unsure. What was going on?
"No, I just used my blood as a medium to help them absorb the energy in the laboratory. Their potential is immense, and the Old God's corruption has been cleansed. I turned the corruption into a protective charm for them, which will make them immune to the whispers." Arthas excitedly stroked the two little Whelps. Was he going to raise them as pets?
"You decide," Onyxia chose not to offer an opinion, leaving the choice to her husband. The significance of these two Whelps was extraordinary.
Arthas stroked his chin, a peculiar look in his eyes. He looked at the little blue dragon on his left shoulder. "Then I'll call you Athena. I hope you'll become a great Spellweaver in the future!"
He turned to the little Black Dragon on his right shoulder. "And you'll be called Artemis. I hope you'll become a valkyrie in the future."
"Athena: Race: Titan Dragon. Evolved from a corrupted Dragon Egg, a Dragon born from the combination of Void power. Status: Follower. Level: 30. Skills: Magic Dominion, Arcane Affinity."
"Artemis: Race: Titan Dragon. Evolved from a corrupted Dragon Egg, a Dragon born from the combination of Void power. Status: Follower. Level: 30. Skills: Earth Affinity, Body of Steel."
Level thirty right from birth? Good heavens. Arthas had worked himself to the bone, killing who knows how many Trolls and Orcs, and he was only level forty now. There was just no comparison between a human and a Dragon.
And from the looks of it, they were just newborns. When they grew up, their power would be absolutely explosive. Even if they couldn't compare to the Dragon Aspects, they could still become top-tier powerhouses!