Doomsday of the Old Gods

"She's Sargathas!" White Jaina said flatly. The Old God's body had already begun to collapse, and all its energy and essence had been recovered. There was no longer any fear that N'Zoth would go back on his word.

"It's her? What happened? How did she get a physical body?" Ysera asked in confusion. "She was beaten down to nothing but a fragment of a soul long ago."

"You can shed your shell and escape, so why can't she borrow a corpse to return to life?" White Jaina said disdainfully.

The battle in the arena was drawing to a close. Sargathas had finished absorbing everything, and the Shadow Power around her grew even more imposing. This drew the attention of the other factions. The Dragon Race and Dalaran watched this mysterious person who could absorb an Old God's Void Essence, their gazes filled with scrutiny. But Varian stepped forward and stood in front of Sargathas. The meaning was clear: she was under his protection.

With that, no one had any objections. After all, the Alliance's top leader was vouching for her.

Seeing that the battle was basically over, Antonidas teleported beside Aegwynn and asked ingratiatingly, "Senior Sister, did I do all right?"

"Not bad, Junior Brother. Your Dalaran Kirin Tor Council hasn't forgotten its duty to the arcane." Aegwynn smiled faintly.

"Then... then... can I stay in Theramore for a while?" The moment Junior Brother heard praise, his heart began to stir.

"Get lost. Don't come disturb my peace. I'm afraid that if you come, that perverted Blue Dragon will show up too. I already have psychological trauma." Aegwynn refused without hesitation. What a joke. She had finally managed to live peacefully for a few days, only for one thing after another to happen. It was never-ending. She had only recently