Jaina is a young and beautiful woman due to her close exposure, Jaina was tainted by the pure arcane power of the blast, turning her hair mostly white but has a strand of golden hair and peach colored skin, no blemishes appear on her what so ever. Her lips are full and covered in a light red lipstick, and deep ocean blue eyes. Her attire consists of long flowing robes of white, gold and purple. She wears a tight fitting bodice that exposes her midriff and exposes a deep V between her breasts. While around her shoulders is a long purple hooded cloak that falls to the ground. While at her waist is a series of long robes.

Jaina stared at lordaeron, now occupied by Sylvana's horde, she gripped her staff.

"My father once told me that peace was like a dream.. Beautiful. Ephemeral. Unattainable. I didn't listen. No one listened. We've made kindling from our suffering. Stirred the embers of resentment. Just waiting for a single spark to set the whole world aflame. As the Alliance returns to forgotten kingdoms, the Horde seeks the might of an ancient empire. We cannot dream any longer. The time has come to call on allies willing to join the fight. To rally beneath the banners of a world at war." Jaina turned to the soldiers of the alliance.

"Will you march with our king Anduin!?." Jaina yelled as the soldiers of the alliance let out a fierce warcry, emboldening the sorceress of the kirin tor.