White Jaina Enters the Game Herself

White Jaina touched the jeweled necklace in her robes. Fortunately, before setting out, she had brought a special magical array crafted by Aegwynn. It bore a mental protection array she had learned from Azshara.

As expected of a cunning Old God. It won't be fooled that easily. White Jaina sneered inwardly. She wondered how it would react to this clash within the dream.

Sure enough, before long, fierce knocking came from outside the room.

White Jaina straightened her clothes and calmly went to open the door.

There was no one outside, only a mass of Black Mist. Black Mist extended its tentacles, wrapped them around her in one swift motion, and shoved her back into the room.

A hollow, rasping voice came from within Black Mist. "You liar, you are Jaina, aren't you? Were everything you told me just now lies?"

"Haha, whatever you say." White Jaina was not afraid of it at all. After a flash of arcane light, the black tentacles binding her shattered and dispersed. She calmly walked to the table and sat down, gazing disdainfully at the Black Mist filling the room.

"You... are you really Jaina?" Seeing how composed she was, Black Mist became uncertain again.

"Of course I am Jaina!" White Jaina readily admitted.

"You?" The Old God was clearly thoroughly confused.

"Idiot, you can't even figure out something this simple!" White Jaina snapped.

The Old God was bewildered by White Jaina and struggled to ponder the meaning behind her words.

After a long while, it cautiously asked, "Did you possess Jaina?"

"I really don't want to talk to idiots. It's far too exhausting." White Jaina spoke with disgust.

"Then why do you have Jaina's memories? And why are they not entirely the same as her experiences?" Black Mist said angrily. "It makes no