Deren Got Smaller

A bronze flash streaked past, and Chromie kicked her long legs as she cheerfully hopped out of the Time Rift, holding up a crystal that recorded who knew what.

"Haha, this is hilarious. Deren, do you know what I caught on camera? Illidan carries a suit of armor with him everywhere now. The moment Maiev starts fighting, he immediately puts it on his opponent. Maiev is about to collapse. She's already lost five times in a row."

Her words caught in her throat. Her keen sense of time instantly detected the lingering energy traces in the living room, not yet fully dissipated—a gentle yet profound echo of the Holy Light, mixed with a familiar throb of life from the world's origin. Most fatally, those energy fluctuations were clearly intertwined with Deren's aura.

Her gaze swept across the living room like a searchlight, and the clues led straight to the downstairs guest room. But when she opened the door, Jaina was nowhere to be seen. Still, that faint, elegant fragrance belonging to the Princess of Lordaeron lingered in the air. Combined with the residual energy... as a time dragon, she could practically "see" what sort of "energy exchange" had taken place here not long ago.

The smile on Chromie's face instantly froze, and the crystal in her hand dropped onto the carpet with a snap.

Her little face first scrunched up in disbelief, then overwhelming regret—known as "what a huge loss"—surged into her heart. Someone had stolen her home turf!

At last, all those emotions turned into a drawn-out, piercing wail that rang through the entire living room:

"Ahh—!!! No way! Deren got smaller again—!!!"

She clutched her head and spun around several times like a little windmill, crying out in anguish, "I only went back to the Caverns of Time!