Late at night, outside Suramar, Deren's camp.
The camp had fallen into its deepest silence, while the Nightborne assigned to watch them struggled to stay awake, staring at Deren's camp without daring to relax.
But sleep was like that—the harder one tried to resist it, the sleepier one became. When an invisible wave of magic swept through the air, even the last Nightborne standing guard fell into a deep slumber.
Aegwynn stepped out of the tent and saw the Nightborne inside the Magic Barrier sleeping soundly. A smile appeared on her face. She moved forward lightly, and in the next instant, she was already inside the Magic Barrier, as if that indestructible barrier did not exist at all. After taking a few more steps, her figure grew increasingly blurred, gradually vanishing beneath Suramar's dark night sky.
The night passed without incident. It was not until dawn began to break that movement finally stirred within the camp.
Deren woke from his sleep and pushed aside the Black Dragon Companion's thigh, trying to make out the sounds outside. Seeing that Onyxia was also getting up, he immediately picked up a garment and draped it over her.
"What's going on? What's that noise outside?" The Black Dragon Companion yawned as she listened to the sound of something tearing. After straightening her clothes, she walked outside.
Deren adjusted his own clothes as well. Under the dawn sky, he saw several Withered slip into the camp, licking the ashes from the firepit.
"Magic!" One of the Withered spotted Deren's group and forced a sound from her throat. The other two did not even spare the camp's owners a glance.
Deren signaled to Onyxia, and she tossed over a bottle of Sunwell Water. The Withered who could still speak immediately uncorked it and drained it in