The Solar Lance in Dick's palm slowly faded, and the layer of dark substance over Alleria's body swiftly receded as well. Sylvanas watched Alleria, unconscious in Turalyon's arms, with nervous eyes. Gripping Dick's arm, she asked quietly,
"My sister... is she all right?"
Turalyon also looked anxiously at Dick, who shook his head. "There's no major problem for now. I removed the void brand from her body, but she must not go to Argus again. And even if she stays on Azeroth, someone must look after her."
Dick patted Sylvanas's arm to reassure her, then looked at Turalyon.
"You were far too careless, General. Had you returned just a month later, once the void turned to chaos, even I would have had few good options. You nearly lost your wife, and your son nearly lost his mother."
His voice was somewhat stern. Stroking his wife, Turalyon felt waves of lingering fear. He had never expected a third force besides the demons to exist in the Argus Sector. For someone like him, the void was a mysterious presence. After all, Xe'ra's prophecies had mentioned nothing related to it.
Gratitude shone on his face.
"Thank you... thank you, Mr. Steward. If it weren't for you, we... we would have..."
"All right, just call me Dick."
Dick waved a hand, then said to Sylvanas,
"Take your sister to the Conservatory of Life immediately and find Freya. She'll give her a thorough examination. Also, you must remember not to let her come into contact with any mind-disrupting magic during her recovery."
Dick emphasized his next words.
"The void is mysterious and has a consciousness of its own. It's hard to say whether it even counts as a phenomenon, but anyone who has touched the void will be 'remembered' by it... like a beacon in