Deren pulled out the Seal of Elune, hoping the other party would show some respect for the Moon Goddess and give him an extra layer of protection.
Sure enough, Raszageth hesitated when she saw the item brimming with divinity.
She slowly extended her other claw, cautiously and reverently trying to touch the edge of the halo radiating from the seal.
The instant her claw tip touched the halo, a cool, tranquil, yet boundless sense of will brushed across her soul. She shuddered involuntarily and swiftly withdrew her claw.
"What... what is this?" Raszageth's voice carried incredulous alarm. Her killing intent and rage seemed to have been doused with ice water, instantly fading by more than half. "A token of... a true god? You... are you an envoy of that Sovereign?"
Seeing that she had indeed been shaken, Deren felt somewhat relieved. Though his entire body hurt as if it were about to fall apart, he still forced himself to straighten his back, ignoring the embarrassment of being naked as he said in a tone that suggested she knew too little, "You can't even recognize the mark of Goddess Elune's divine power? Storm-Eater Dragon, it seems those twenty thousand years of sealing really have left you rather... ignorant."
"The Moon Goddess... Elune?" Raszageth repeated the name, a flicker of memory and wariness flashing through her dragon eyes.
Elune was one of Azeroth's oldest and most mysterious deities. Her existence predated even the Titans' discovery.
Even the proud Primal Incarnates maintained a basic reverence toward beings of such a level. But reverence did not mean submission.
"So... so what if you are Elune's Divine Envoy?" Raszageth steadied herself, and her tone became hard again, though it no longer held its previous frenzy. "Does that mean you can speak recklessly before me and