To Reap, You Must First Sow

Upon hearing the name "Tentacle Baron" Howard, Jaina understood. She smiled. "Sending him, along with an anti-whispering array, would indeed allow him to infiltrate Nazjatar. My intelligence indicates that this Baron has an innate advantage when dealing with female Naga. I'm only afraid he'll be too scared of dying to become a spy."

Then she thought of something else. "And the third candidate?"

"What about White-haired Jaina?" After hesitating for a moment, Deren proposed an unexpected candidate.

"She? Wouldn't that be too dangerous?" Aegwynn said hesitantly.

Jaina, however, said nothing. Her silence conveyed a certain opinion.

Deren said, "Her magical power is strong enough too. Though she cannot compare with Teacher Aegwynn, in the future, she fought all kinds of monsters and demons. She had tasted victory and endured suffering. Her heart is already incredibly strong. More importantly, the Heart of Azeroth she brought needs charging. We can't exactly sacrifice the Azeroth energy from our Timeline, can we?

"Only the Old Gods can be used for that, I suppose. Over tens of thousands of years, they have absorbed who knew how much energy from our planet. Rather than let that energy go to waste after the Old Gods are destroyed, we might as well let the Heart of Azeroth brought by White-haired Jaina draw it in. But if we want to reap, we have to pay a price. We can't work ourselves to the bone defeating the Old Gods while she casually absorbs the energy."

This left Aegwynn with little to say.

Jaina's eyes, meanwhile, gleamed brightly. She said softly, "This would be a good test of her true intentions." Deren understood what she had left unsaid: she was worried that White Jaina might steal Theresa away.

Aegwynn nodded as well. "Deren, the boy has a point. Her crossing through