What Exactly Are the Old Gods?

After talking about the Heart of Azeroth, White Jaina brought up another matter. "Did you know that a mother and son live in the Swamp of Sorrows?"

Deren asked in return, "Who, Garona?"

White Jaina nodded and stared at Deren. "You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Deren gave a bitter smile. "I secretly sent people to look for them long ago, but they found nothing. It seems the time has not yet come, or perhaps I have changed this world too much, so neither mother nor son appeared."

"All right!" White Jaina could not offer too many suggestions regarding this Timeline. Waiting for Deren to charge his own Heart of Azeroth was what mattered most.

To protect the time paradox, White Jaina had to avoid meeting Jaina here as much as possible. So when they met, Deren had Jaina stay away.

Only after White Jaina left did Jaina reveal herself. "Why be so careful? Can I really not meet her? I really want to know what the future would become without you."

"Don't do anything unnecessary," Deren warned. "This split incident already showed that the supreme wills are watching us. They may not act directly, but they have plenty of ways to influence us."

"All right!" Jaina agreed helplessly.

"Hiss~" Bronze ripples spread through the air, and Chromie strode out on her long legs. She said to Jaina, "Listen to Deren. The time paradox really is a good reason. Those mutated dragons also seem to be watching this place. The situation is too complicated. But I think they are all watching Deren's performance, then placing their own bets to see what they can win."

Deren could only smile bitterly at that. "I originally wanted to keep a low profile, then keep an even lower profile. But simply replaying Varian's split script