Even after being injured by the explosion of a starship and incapacitating him, Rakish endured the pain in his body, and he could still remember that day 25,000 years ago... The longest day of Argus.

“… It wasn't long ago that we got a definite contact from outside the world... And this fact ..."

Mr. Kil'Gardan's voice echoed back and forth over the holographic projection of the Academy of the Agus Awakeners, the day of the summer solstice, the oldest celebration in the entire Argus world, and the academy's square was filled with all the students and mentors, all in anticipation of the historic proclamation of the three-man consul.

It was the day Sargeras came, it was the day Viren fled with the exiles, it was the day his father left his wife and children behind.

"On the longest day of the year, head to the world's oldest peak... Then wait. ”

Rakish remembers this sentence repeatedly before his father prepared that bold "prison escape" plan, and as the only son of the Great Prophet Vilen, he knew what his father was doing, and he understood what he was doing.

The power of the world of Argus has been taken over by the other two members of the Trio, Kilgardan and Akmund, who are engaged in a dangerous attempt, and Viren has repeatedly stopped them, but he has failed.

Especially after Akmund betrayed his mentor, the awakener of the great Argus civilization, and the first powerful mage of the Draenei to join the Consulate of Three, he joined forces with Kil'Gardan and nearly cornered Viren and his followers.

The Prophet saw from the fragments of the future what would happen to the world of Argus, but he could not change it, and with the encouragement of Kilgardan and Akmund, almost the vast majority of the Eredians were convinced that the coming of Sargeras would be a milestone in the light of the world of Argus.

Today, the day of the summer solstice, the day the festival began, and the day when the Awoken Academy was at its most loosely guarded, Rakish tried to remember everything in the academy in his mind with a sad and nostalgic gaze, until the loyal Tagas came to pick him up.

Together with his parents, he will travel to another world and become a pathetic exile, but young Rakish believes that sooner or later they will return to reclaim this once warm and beautiful world and banish the demonic faith completely.

At that moment, Rakish thought so.

But it wasn't until the moment of betrayal by the loyal Tagas that it dawned on him... He was just a bargaining chip, and Akmund might wish to cut it down, but Kil'Gardan, the ruler who had worked with his father for most of his life, used him as a bargaining chip, hoping that Viren would stay and join him in receiving the "gift" from the Dark Titan.

At least for that moment, Kilgardan still hoped for it.

It's a pity that Viren is gone, he abandoned his son, he abandoned his friends, he abandoned his wife...

"We're holding you here! to give him a reason to stay!"

When Rakish awoke from his long slumber, he was greeted by the demonized, ugly and sickly Tagas, who was frantically clutching Rakish's body and shaking, roaring and filled with his disappointment in Viren,

"But he failed to live up to all this!"

"It's because your... Shameful... Betrayal!"

At that time, Araki, who was still a young man, chose to trust his father, and he spat in the face of the traitor, but Targas's next words cast a shadow on Rakish's young heart.

"Yes, we betrayed..."

The traitor laughed cruelly, "What kind of great man would abandon his wife and children, his people, and even his planet?"

"Kid... You, too, have been betrayed... But don't worry, Kil'Gardan was happy to learn that you're still alive, and he has a "plan" for you to look forward to... Yes, we will find him, even if it takes a thousand years, ten thousand years! ”

Targas's hand broke Rakish's palm, and in the young man... No, in the screams of the young man, he broke his fingers one by one, and endless pain struck... But that was just the beginning of endless torment.

Pain can destroy a person's will, especially when it is understood that there is no end to a long period of suffering, and the will will will break down faster and faster, from doubt, to vacillation, to despair, to collapse... Twenty-five millennia later, Rakish had almost forgotten that he had a father named Viren.

He even thought that father and son would never have a chance to meet again in this life, and most importantly, he was once full of hope and waiting for his father's rescue, but now, he was full of anger and wanted to give the bastard who abandoned him and his mother a real joy.

Even after the destruction of this vengeance, it is gone... Rakish doesn't care.

Then, here's your chance!

At the moment when he saw the Eredan whose abdomen was almost completely shredded by the fragments of the explosion, the staff in Viren's hand fell to the ground, and the old prophet, who had always paid attention to appearance, threw aside almost all the firmness and demeanor that he had accumulated for 25,000 years, and he walked quickly towards the Eredan.

His voice trembled, his old tears flowed, his cuffs and robes were cut by the splinters on the ground, he staggered,

"The light is above! Rakish... My son!"

Dick dodged in front of Veren, and he took the old prophet's arm with both hands, and cried out,

"Viren, be sober! He's an Eredar now!

"Get out of the way!" Dick, get out of the way!"

There was a great force in the old prophet's arm, and he flicked his hands at Dick impatiently, his expression was almost stubborn, "Get out of the way!" Lying there is my only son, I have lost him once, and no matter what, I can no longer separate me from him!

"He's going to hurt you!"

Dick shouted again, but at the sight of Viren's almost martyrdom-like gaze, he sighed softly and got out of the way.

Viren almost lunged to the badly wounded Ereda and lifted him up from the shattered command table, but was met with a cold, eerie flash of swords.

The old prophet let the blade pierce into his abdomen as if he had no pain at all, as if he had no resistance, and let the blade pierce into his skin, and if the demigod priest wanted to resist the attack, it would have been a thick spiritual fire that would have given him a defense that was not inferior to that of a city wall, but he didn't.

There is no intention of resistance at all.

"Poof"

Warm blood spurted from the wound, and Old Viren gently embraced the badly injured Ereda in his arms, as if he had regained some kind of treasure.

"Ah, my son, on the day I lost you, my remorse gnawed at my will like a snake that devoured my heart, I couldn't stand every day of your absence, but I'm sorry, I couldn't go back to save you... It's stupid, it's really stupid. ”

"Poof"

The silent Ereda reacted to this apology, and the knife stabbed again, but the old prophet's warm voice did not change in the slightest.

"At that time, I had you and the people who would believe in me before my eyes, and I... I didn't think I could give up those creatures for my own sake, at least... At least I have to find a home for them, and then..."

"Poof"

The third stab stabbed the old prophet in the heart, and Veren's face finally showed a trace of pain, his face turned pale, and the expression of the Ereda demon he held in his arms became enjoyable and hideous, as if it was a great revenge.

Dick stepped forward quickly, the pent-up fire of order already rushing into his fists, and he could not allow his companion, a sincere believer of the Light, to die here, in such a way that he could not watch it happen.

But the moment he approached, Viren stretched out his palm to stop him from approaching, and that palm was stained with blood, which was surging pale golden blood, representing Viren's noble status.

“X！”

Dick understood a hint of the old prophet, and he cursed bitterly, turned and kicked the hatch with a kick, and directly kicked the broken hatch out, shattering everything in its path.

And behind him, Viren's confession continues.

"I know, I left you and your mother in Argus, I waited until the last moment, the Narus called me, the vanguard of the Burning Legion has reached the foot of the highest peak, and they need a carrier strong enough to activate the Storm Fortress..."

"Poof"

"I know, I was wrong... After the start of that long trip, I knew, I was wrong... You are as important as the people, and losing anything will make me incomplete... I thought I wouldn't have a chance to make up for it, but... Thank you to the Light, I've waited... Thank you for its grace. ”

"Poof"

Viren's face was darkened by the rapid loss of blood, the power of the demigod was indeed terrifying, but after he instinctively removed all defenses, his power was actively isolated inside his body, and now he was almost like a mortal, he trembled and stretched out his hand, brushing over the hideous face of Ereda, and the warm blood flowed down the red face full of bone spurs.

He was in pain, but in Ereda's eyes, there was no trace of pain on the old prophet's face, only a slow love and a smile called "liberation."

"Great... It's great, you're alive, it's great... The people have got what they need, and I... I'm also going to get what I'm looking forward to... Thank the Light for sending you to me again, my son, my poor Rakish. ”

"Ahhhh

The expression of the enemy in front of him slowly overlapped with the blurred face in the deepest part of Rakish's memory, and he imagined that he would be terrified, ashamed, and even angry when he stood in front of Viren, and he would want to kill the son who had become a demon.

But he didn't... Even if he had fallen into the last thing he wanted to see, he was still his father, and the hatred of Rakish for thousands of years quickly melted in this moment, and it made the Eredas feel the same fear that his hope had slowly faded when he was tortured.

He didn't want that, he screamed, he roared,

"No! No! No!! you're an enemy! You're a bastard who abandoned me and my mother, you're a bastard who betrayed us, you deserve to die! You deserve to kill me... Fight back, kill me, bastard, fight back!"

"Poof"

Another stab pierced Viren's heart, and the old prophet's body shook a little, and he used the last of his strength to show a kind smile to the furious Rakish, his palm slowly resting on Rakish's shoulder.

"No... Child, my son... No, it's atonement... I deserve it... No... Don't be angry... Don't be upset... This is me... I deserve it, I'm a... Those who abandoned their wives and children... Coward... Thank the Light... Thanks for it... Let me again... Let me see... You..."

"Live... Go down... For your... Mother..."

After the last inaudible sigh, the palm... Quietly falling.

The Eredan looked at the fallen Prophet, at the hideous wounds on his body, as if he were stupid, and he looked down at his hands, the crimson hands stained with golden blood, and he looked at the dagger that had been hidden by his side for 25,000 years, for revenge, or for suicide.

He remembered that "plan" from Tagas ...

"Dangchang"

The dagger in Lakish's hand fell to the ground, and he trembled and touched his left hand at Viren... His father's face.

"No !!!"