Hearing young Leslie speak, the once-agitated Madelyn gradually calmed down.
After all, Leslie was like an angel, evoking nothing but tenderness in others.
Madelyn stepped forward, scooping Leslie into her arms and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"But... I miss your father. I'm worried about him. What should I do?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Leslie smiled brightly. "Auntie, just wait here. Trust Mother. Trust Father!"
Meanwhile.
In the Demon Realm, Sargeras finally stopped in front of the Demon Abyss, ceasing his escape.
During his retreat, Owen's relentless assaults had left him gravely injured, his vitality nearly extinguished.
Now, his skin was ashen, his expression heavy with defeat.
His once-vigorous soul wavered like a flickering candle in the rain.
When he saw Owen closing in, he let out a long sigh.
