An eerie silence fell over the room.
After Onyxia led Tyrande upstairs, the rest exchanged glances, and in the end, their gazes inevitably settled on Deren. Sylvanas's sharp eyes carried an especially scrutinizing look, as though she meant to pierce through the excuse he had just woven, riddled with holes as it was.
"Advisor Deren," Sylvanas spoke again, her voice steady but carrying an unmistakable demand for answers, "you seem to know the real reason that High Priestess lost control. 'The pressure of war' might fool someone who had just suffered an emotional breakdown, but it won't fool us."
Aegwynn nodded lightly in agreement. Ysera blinked her curious eyes, looking from Deren to the stairs, clearly feeling that things were not so simple.
Deren felt his scalp prickle. What could he possibly say? That in another Timeline, Sylvanas had burned Tyrande's world tree to the ground, forging an undying feud between them? That Tyrande had endured incredibly grueling trials to become the Moonlit War God, then hunted Sylvanas across the world all the way to the realm of death?
That her outburst had just triggered some kind of cross-temporal PTSD? Forget Sylvanas not believing him—even he found it absurd. But for now, he had to muddle through this.
"Ahem." Deren cleared his throat, his mind racing. "There are some things that aren't suitable to reveal yet. Of course, if you want to hear them, it's not as if I can't tell you. Are you sure you want me to say it now?"
His words were vague and mysterious.
Sylvanas frowned slightly. Though she was not entirely convinced, she did not press further. She knew Deren held many secrets concerning her on another Timeline. He had always stressed that his continued survival was important to Azeroth. He had long implied that