Order remained silent for some time before she sighed softly.<span style="color: #ffff00">"purification may be insufficient... or fatal all on it's own, she seems to be made of the Fel."</span>it was several seconds before she spoke again. "<span style="color: #ffff00">what do you make of that Machinist? i saved well over a hundred Eternals from that hell and what have i gained? all too soon those wounded Eternals will recover, disperse among our people and come to hate me, justified though it may be... and a daughter so steeped in the madness of the Fel that i fear a merciful death is all i can give her."</span>she teleported them all back to Azeroth and sighed sadly.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i need to rest. release Justice so that he can freely regenerate, Elerona should recover quickly enough as well... she spent her whole life absorbing the Fel, it hasn't done her too much harm, it just knocked her out because she knows nothing of defending herself on our level." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>