Old Affairs in Stratholme

"So in the end, what exactly was Sargathas?" Varian pressed on.

Deren thought for a moment before finally summarizing, "A world-soul transformed by Void power."

"Then what about us? What about our relationship?" When Varian thought of how his companion was actually a world-soul, he wondered whether he might not be able to be on top next time.

"You're both adults. Do whatever you want. World-soul or cosmic god, could either stop your hearts from seeking happiness?" Deren said with a smile.

Sargathas shot Varian a reproachful glance. He immediately raised his hands in surrender.

Seeing their interaction, Deren still reminded her, "Miss Sargathas, I know you're planning to do something rather famous, but I have two suggestions. Please hear them out and consider them."

The Evil God smiled and nodded. "Go on, I'm listening. Your ideas have given me a great deal of inspiration."

"That thing giving you a headache—now is not the right time. You know what I mean. So don't take the initiative to push anything forward yet." Deren raised one finger.

"I understand."

"As for the other matter, you've already waited tens of thousands of years. Why not wait a few more? Whether it's Kael'thas, Dimensius, or some other force urging you on, ask yourself: is it really that urgent? Are you truly about to face a crisis? Nothing happened for tens of thousands of years, so why does it suddenly seem as if everything must end the moment you possessed an elf? Or are they all just following procedure?"

Deren did not state exactly what he meant. The others might not understand, but Sargathas should have understood. Or perhaps she would understand Deren's hint in the future.

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