Oni's Vigilance

After seeing off the three Blue Dragon visitors—or rather, two and a half, since Kalecgos had practically been helped away by Malygosa—along with Aegwynn, who had come to "put out the fire" only to unexpectedly add fuel to it, Antonidas, and Ysera, who never minded making a spectacle worse, peace finally returned briefly to Deren's living room.

Jaina silently began dusting the coffee table, despite there being no dust on it, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

Bang!

The sound of the front door closing seemed to be a signal. Onyxia spun around sharply, her long black hair lashing through the air in a fierce arc. Her eyes, burning with shadow and fury, fixed on Deren before slowly shifting toward Chromie, who was trying to sneak back to her room with the gems in her arms.

"Where do you think you're going, my dear Chromie?" Onyxia's voice was sickeningly sweet, yet carried a chill cold enough to freeze dragon bones.

Chromie stiffened and slowly turned around, forcing an utterly harmless, innocent smile onto her face. "Aha... haha... Well, I just remembered that I had plans with Windrunner..."

"Sit." Onyxia pointed at the sofa, her tone allowing no argument.

Chromie immediately sat down obediently, clutching the precious gems tightly to her chest as if afraid someone would snatch them away.

Only then did Onyxia turn her gaze back to Deren. With her arms crossed, she strode toward him step by step, radiating immense pressure. Deren could even smell the faint sulfurous scent in the air, which had grown more distinct with her emotional turmoil.

"So," she stopped before Deren and bent down to look at him, utterly overwhelming in presence, "great and charming Mr. Deren, who specializes in attracting the attention of Azeroth's princesses, do you have anything to