"Sargeras has his trump cards, but so does my brother. He'll win this fight for sure!"
Madelyn's expression had grown grave, but her confidence in Owen's strength was unshaken.
How many crises and tribulations had Owen already weathered?
This time would be no different.
Seraphina, the Dragon Princess, and the others clenched their fists tightly.
Their faces bore traces of worry, but an even greater determination shone through.
Compared to the others, Ysera was more focused on Leslie's reaction.
She glanced toward Leslie, who was standing in the great hall.
Leslie, her expression calm and composed, gazed at the scene before her as if Sargeras's eruption of power could not stir her heart.
Meanwhile, young Leslie, who had been napping in the hall, seemed to sense something.
Her small brows furrowed slightly, and she murmured Owen's name in her sleep.
