Trial of the Old God's Illusion

It was dinnertime again. Azshara had only kept White Jaina company for half the day before sending a Naga handmaiden to escort her back to her room.

After dinner, that strange Naga came in again to collect the dishes.

White Jaina was in no hurry. She sat there leisurely, took a tea set from her Space Bag, brewed a pot of tea, and slowly drank it.

"Great being, after considering your proposal these past few days, I have concluded that it is excellent." The strange Naga swam before White Jaina and lowered herself, completely lacking the arrogance and threats she had shown last time.

"Oh? And what are your thoughts?" White Jaina asked impassively, holding her teacup.

"I am willing to relinquish my identity and status, follow your example, and hide away as a mortal," the Naga said awkwardly.

"As you wish." White Jaina neither approved nor objected, looking utterly unconcerned.

Seeing that White Jaina did not respond, the Naga did not know what to do next. After hesitating, she said, "There is just one small problem..."

"What small problem? You are simply worried that after becoming a mortal, you will need to ensure your safety, lest someone knock you out from behind and leave you utterly defeated, all your previous efforts wasted," White Jaina said coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The Naga nodded hurriedly. "Giving up my identity and status is meant to avoid disaster, but it would also make it easier for mortals to gang up and kill me. I must have some assurance. Great being, do you have any good suggestions?"

"What is so difficult about that?" White Jaina looked completely confident. "This world may no longer have room for you. After all, where in this world could you hide from Azeroth's notice? But the universe is so