[The Fixed Timeline]

Tonatiuh had no idea Medivh was continuously imagining things and falling apart inside. After Modera left, he discussed the matter at hand with Chromie.

"We don't know where the Demon Soul is. At most, we know he just passed through the Redridge Mountains. So what are we supposed to do here? Just wait? Even if we wait, where should we wait? Stranglethorn Vale is huge—far bigger than Zandalar Island! We need a destination."

Tonatiuh said to Chromie.

"Ah..." Chromie sighed and waved a hand. "That's exactly the problem. We don't know where the Demon Soul is, nor do we know when that dark one will arrive. Honestly, I've visited many timelines, and many of their endings were terrible. But I've never had to wait like this before."

Seeing Chromie's helpless expression, Tonatiuh suddenly asked, "Um... I have a question. I'm not sure whether I should ask it."

"When someone says that, the question is usually a very difficult one to answer. The kind I least want to answer." Chromie lifted her head high. Tonatiuh was far too tall, so she had to do that to speak with him normally.

"But since you're the one asking, if you're willing to squat down and talk to me, I'm willing to answer whatever I'm willing to answer."

"All right." Tonatiuh squatted down. Even so, he was still far too tall compared to Chromie in this form.

Chromie was discouraged.

"All right. Ask away," she said.

Unless he lay flat on the ground or sprawled facedown, the Bronze Dragonflight would still be a little taller than her even sitting down. Unless she stopped maintaining her humanoid form, she could only accept this difference in height.

Modera's appearance had left the atmosphere between Azshara and Shandris somewhat strange. Now that Tonatiuh had squatted down to