The first rays of sunlight in Theramore in the morning, like molten gold, filter through the curtains and cast dappled patterns of light on the oak floors of the restaurant. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of syrup, the savory scent of bacon, and the wheat fragrance of freshly baked bread, mingling with the fragrance of bluebells on the windowsill, creating a perfect morning scene.
Deren sat at the head of the table, with Onyxia elegantly sipping black tea to her left. The Black Dragon Princess was unusually dressed today in a sky-white loungewear outfit, her long black hair loosely tied up with a silver ribbon, her slender fingers lightly stroking a white porcelain teacup bearing the Dalaran emblem.
On the right is Anveena, a blonde girl intently spreading homemade strawberry jam evenly on golden-brown toast. Sunlight filters through her translucent earlobes, casting a soft pink hue.
"What peace," Deren said, forking a fried egg garnished with scallions and putting it in his mouth, savoring the rich flavor of the yolk bursting on his tongue. He squinted his eyes contentedly; this simple happiness was especially precious to someone thinking of retiring early and living a carefree life.
The rustling of fabric came from the living room. Chromie stretched out on the leather sofa like a lazy orange cat, letting out a pleasant breathing sound, "Ah--another day where I don't want to work--" She rolled around, hugging a cushion with the words "Time is money" printed on it, "Long live lying down! Long live the Bronze Dragon bum!"
Jaina moved between the kitchen and the dining room, the morning light casting a halo around her pale golden hair. The Princess of Lordaeron was currently directing three red Dragon Maid had taken human form. " Luna, the pancakes need to bake for another two minutes; Misha, there's too much black pepper in the soup; Aella, bring Mr. Deren's favorite coffee beans."
Luna turned gracefully, carrying freshly baked blueberry muffins, her red hair tied into a neat ponytail, the dragon scale tattoos faintly visible beneath her apron shimmering in the steam; Misha carefully avoided the Bronze Dragon that had just rolled off the sofa, holding a silver bowl full of creamy mushroom soup; Aella tiptoed through the cupboards, the Red Dragon around her neck appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Several obsidian-like dragon scales suddenly appeared behind Onyxia's ears. Her golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously tapped out a kind of alert rhythm unique to Dragon Race on the table.
"What's wrong?" Deren noticed his wife's unusual behavior and put down his silver-plated fork, which clinked against the porcelain plate.
The Black Dragon Princess's nostrils twitched slightly. "Too quiet." She lowered her voice, the unique resonance of her Draconic causing the air to tremble slightly. "Nothing has gone wrong since dawn. The Windrunner Sisters haven't shown up, the mage Princess hasn't shown up, and those old guys haven't shown up either."
"Isn't this great?" Deren asked curiously.
"Because it's so good, I'm worried something might go wrong," Onyxia said worriedly.
"Haha!" Deren looked at his sensitive wife and comforted her, "With them gone, I'm at peace. It saves me the fear of Asura Field."
"Don't you want the satisfaction of having so many girls fawning over you?" Black Dragon teased.
"No, you're enough for me!" Deren immediately showed his survival instincts, saying as he grasped the Black Dragon's hand and rubbed it. The latter revealed a satisfied smile.
Before she could finish speaking, the air in the center of the restaurant suddenly distorted into a vortex, and the familiar Arcane fluctuations made Onyxia slam her forehead against the mahogany wooden table with a thud. "I knew it!"
Deren was also surprised by this change. Why did the good things not work, but the bad things did?
"Splash--!"
With a sound like shattering crystal, two figures stumbled out of the suddenly enlarged Portal. The usually dignified and elegant Aegwynn had her hair disheveled, with several magical fern leaves of unknown origin tangled in her long hair; Jaina's mage robes were charred and jagged at the hem, and her left cheek was smeared with suspicious purple powder.
"Bang!" The Portal exploded into countless points of light behind them. The master and apprentice looked back in shock, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing them.
Jaina's pearl hairpin slipped to the ground, making a crisp "clinking" sound.
Seeing the crowd of people with their cutlery hanging in mid-air in the restaurant, Aegwynn, maintaining her guardian's dignity, stood up, but nearly tripped over the hem of her robe. "Good morning, everyone," she said with a forced laugh, straightening her disheveled collar and trying to hide the glowing ferns in her hair. "We're just... practicing spatial magic."
Jaina took the embroidered towel from Jaina and wiped her cheeks, only to spread the purple powder even more evenly. She added softly, "Teacher's formula, meant for moisturizing and beauty, is a bit too much."
Onyxia narrowed her eyes, her dragon pupils gleaming dangerously in the shadows. "Morning exercise?" She elegantly crossed her legs, her pointed slippers tracing graceful arcs in the air. "You all look like you're hiding from something terrible."
Jaina opened her mouth, but was stopped by a sharp look from Aegwynn. The old Guardian calmly sat down in the empty seat and took the coffee cup from Luna. As she did so, Deren noticed that her slender fingers were trembling slightly.
Just as Deren was about to ask further, suddenly—
"Buzz!" "Buzz!"
Two distinct spatial rifts simultaneously tore through the air of the restaurant. The Portal on the left glowed with the distinctive blue light of Arcane, from which Kalecgos, his face bruised and battered, tumbled out. The expensive silk robe of the sycophantic Blue Dragon was torn in several places at the chest and shoulders.
Shadows and flames surged from the rift on the right. An impatient Antonidas dragged the fawning Nefarian out of the Void, the tip of the old mage's staff still emitting blue smoke.
The two dragons and the legendary mage locked their gazes on Aegwynn the moment they landed.
"Senior Sister!"
"Teacher!"
"My beloved!"
The three names exploded in the restaurant like fireworks, making the Crystal Chandelier jingle. Frost still clung to Antonidas's short beard, Kalecgos's left eye was swollen shut, and Nefarian frantically patted the small flame burning on his sleeve.
Aegwynn slowly buried her face in her hands, the tips of her ears peeking out from her black hair turning a deep, almost blood-red hue. "You actually tracked me all the way here! I might as well just die."
The members of the Deren family stared intently at this strange group, inexplicably feeling a desire to gossip about their relationship.
Just as Aegwynn was considering whether to teleport somewhere else to hide, Onyxia coughed loudly and said, "This is my home. If you're quiet, you're all guests. If anyone wants to fight, I'm ready to fight to the bitter end."
Faced with a Black Dragon angrily defending its lair, Kalecgos and Antonidas glared at each other, snorted, and finally stopped fighting.
Deren wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a familiar feeling creeping over him—another Asura Field was unfolding.
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