The Forbidden Reach, where the Storm-Eater Dragon Raszageth had been released.
A winged Primal Incarnate lay before a tiny human, staring blankly.
After hearing Deren's question, Raszageth had no idea how to face it.
Back in ancient times, when they had fallen out with the Aspect Dragons, they had always believed they were doing the right thing. Preventing Titan order from corrupting Azeroth meant protecting Azeroth.
So now, she could not answer Deren's question.
Her enormous head tilted slightly, making her look somewhat... adorably foolish?
That was, if one ignored the terrifying lightning and crystalline spikes covering her body.
Clearly, the question had completely exceeded the scope of her understanding and debate preparations.
"Th-then..." She rarely stammered, confusion and a trace of offended anger appearing on her draconic face. "She... she should agree! It is only natural that we protect her! Why would we need her consent?!"
"Worm! What do you know?" She quickly pulled herself from her brief confusion, using anger to conceal her incomprehension. "Our determination and faith in protecting Azeroth need no proof or recognition from any being! It is our inborn mission!"
Deren nodded slightly, a look of "just as I thought" appearing on his face, along with a hint of... pity?
"So, the protection of Azeroth you claim to uphold is, in essence, merely something you yourselves believe should be done—a mission and responsibility you unilaterally assigned to yourselves."
"Your actions have never received any form of response or acknowledgment from the being you claim to protect—Azeroth's Soul. Is that correct?"
"O-our hearts in protecting the land are not something you can deny!" Raszageth was growing irritated at Deren's logic, so clear it was almost cruel.
Yet she vaguely felt that what he said made some sense. That sensation of having her convictions shaken only