"This is Deren, Mother!" Onyxia seized the chance to step forward and pulled Deren before Sinestra.
The old mother dragon—no, the mother-in-law—looked over her son-in-law and began scrutinizing him.
At last, she leaned close to Onyxia's ear and whispered, "Nothing special. He's still only a mortal man. What were you thinking?"
"He... he's very good." Onyxia actually began to act a little bashful. This was the suppression of bloodline. Though the blood relations within the Black Dragons were rather chaotic as well.
Sinestra let out a long sigh and swept her gaze over everyone present. Seeing that, aside from the dragons, the other two women were merely a mortal elf and human, she softly expressed her gratitude. "Thank you all for saving me just now. If you ever need me in the future, just say the word."
With that, she transformed into an elf and prepared to leave. The presence of the Red Dragon Alexstrasza, the Blue Dragon Stellagosa, and the Bronze Dragon Chronormu made this old Black Dragon uncomfortable. For ten thousand years, the Black Dragon Legion, under Deathwing's leadership, had constantly fought against the other dragons. Both sides had suffered losses. She herself was the queen of the Black Dragon Legion, making her position truly awkward.
"Mother, where are you going?" Onyxia hurriedly transformed into human form and chased after her.
Sinestra glanced at the other dragons, all of whom wore expressions as though they were enjoying a show. Biting her lip, she said, "I... I still have to find Neltharion and take revenge. I have lived only for this obsession."
"There's no need for revenge, Mother! I beat him into a cripple years ago!" Onyxia shouted. "He doesn't have long to live anyway."
"Impossible. How could you possibly defeat him?" Sinestra did not believe her at all.