Theramore Mage Tower.
Under Aegwynn's teleportation, Deren arrived there. Priests and Healing Mages were hard at work. Jaina paced anxiously in the corridor, then hurried over when she saw Deren and said in a low voice, "The injuries are severe. The priests tried everything, but they can't make the wounds heal. They can only sustain Sylvanas's Life Fire."
"Let me take a look." Deren could not make a judgment based on a few words alone.
"Alright, follow me." Jaina led Deren and Aegwynn into the emergency room.
Several priests took turns casting Holy Light Healing Spells on the elf lying on the bed, but Sylvanas's eyes remained tightly shut, with no sign that she was about to awaken.
Aegwynn had gone to fetch Deren and had not had time to examine Sylvanas's injuries closely. Now, she finally had the chance to observe them at close range. She pulled open Sylvanas's collar, revealing a horrifying wound.
"The weapon was poisoned, but the healers began detoxification treatment long ago. There should be very little poison left now," Jaina explained from the side.
Aegwynn said nothing. She held her palm above the wound, and a thread of arcane light wound around it. It had been flowing smoothly at first, but encountered an obstruction at one point. Aegwynn increased her output of power and broke through it, only to hear a scream that pierced the soul.
Everyone in the room felt their souls struck, as if they were being torn apart directly.
"What is this?" Deren clutched his head and collapsed painfully to the floor. "Why does it sound like a Banshee's anguished scream?"
"A Banshee?" He abruptly raised his head, thinking aloud, "Queen of the Banshees... Queen Sylvanas."
Jaina had her own magical shield, and the Blue Dragon scale armor had high magic