Goodbye, Theramore

Theramore Mage Tower. Varian came to visit Jaina.

He had stayed at the inn for several days, sending people out every day to gather information. While Deren was running all over the world looking for people to put on an act, Varian had also learned about Theramore's situation—Jaina had returned to work at the Mage Tower.

So, after receiving permission, he brought Anduin and Sargathas to visit Jaina.

Varian sat quietly, his face revealing nothing. Seeing his father like this, even Anduin did not dare speak carelessly and instead sat properly, imitating Varian's serious demeanor.

Miss Evil God Sargathas looked at Varian speechlessly. In his heart, Jaina was clearly more important than she was.

Fortunately, before long, the door to the reception room opened and Jaina walked in. Varian rose in surprise and went forward to meet her. "Jaina, your hair... How did you end up looking like this?"

Seeing the living, breathing Varian, White-haired Jaina's heart surged with emotion. In her Timeline, Varian had ultimately fallen in the Broken Isles, dying in battle against the demonic army and leaving behind an undying legend in Azeroth.

But the Varian before her was still alive and well. Anduin wore an innocent, happy smile as well, nothing like the pained and lonely "little lion" from her original world.

There was also the Elf who had come with Varian. She had already learned from Deren that this woman was the infamous "Fifth Old God," Sargathas, from her Timeline. Yet here, she had appeared so early and had actually become Varian's woman. For now, it seemed that Varian's body and will had firmly suppressed her.

Jaina stepped forward and gently hugged Varian. The king of Stormwind was so startled that he took a step back. The Jaina he knew would never have been so