Archbishop Akama hesitantly entered the temple.

In the courtyard in the middle of the temple of Shattrath, the leader of the Draenei, the prophet Viren, was meditating. And instead of sitting on a comfortable chair beside the rectangular pool, the Prophet sat directly on the cold, stone-paved floor.

Although Shattrath City has been struggling with the war for more than a month, the atmosphere here is still peaceful. The lush gardens are filled with the scent of flowering shrubs, the fountains in the pools swirl with the currents, and the leaves rustle in the breeze. It looks like as long as the orcs of the Iron Tribe don't get in, it's going to be peaceful.

"Lord Prophet," the dual-wielding, military-clad archbishop dropped on one knee and interrupted Viren's meditation. "We repelled another attack from the orcs and drove them out of the inner city of Shattrath once and for all."

"I know." Viren slowly opened his eyes, which had seen tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes, and stared sadly at his friends and subordinates.

"I already feel it," he said. "I felt the power of the powerful Holy Light erupting from the east of the city."

"Lord Prophet," Akama whispered, her voice soft and tired. "I hate to admit it, but I have to admit that we were able to defeat the orcs and drive them out of the inner city of Shattrath, thanks to a heroine, Samara."

The archbishop put down his sickle and combed his hair with his thick fingers, hesitating even more.

"I ...... I still feel that something is wrong...... I'm not targeting anyone or jealous of her power, but Samarra's insistence that her power comes from the God of Light, and that she uses it, makes me wonder......"

"Alas," Viren sighed and shook his head, his white braids throbbing slightly. "Yes, I also have some doubts about the so-called God of Light. However, with the power of Isamara, it is impossible for her to have so much of the power of the Light. However, the will of the Light ......"

Isn't the Light a divine energy that comes through faith? This is common knowledge that the Draenei have known for tens of thousands of years. For his part, Viren knew more under Naru's teachings. Light and shadow are the two fundamental forces in the universe. Although they are opposite in nature, they are dependent and symbiotic on the level of the entire universe. The realm of pure light and shadow is located on the outer side of the real world, but a corner of the physical universe can still be seen: light takes the form of divine light, and the shadow of the void, also known as the "void", takes the form of shadow magic.

But the more he knew, the more doubts grew in Viren's mind.

Light existed long before life was born, and even before the universe was formed...... And so it is with the void.

Beyond the constraints of time and space, the ever-increasing form of light is like an infinite sea of colors, permeating all corners of existence. The torrent of life energy reciprocates in the abyss of the overlapping oceans, evoking a music of joy and hope along the way.

This never-ending ocean of light has never slowed down its surge. However, as it expanded, some of its energy dimmed and withered, and a cold nothingness arose in its wake. From these spaces, which are no longer touched by light, a new energy is converging.

That is the void.

This dark, hungry force spontaneously seeks to nibble away at all energy, intent on distorting everything in essence for its enjoyment. The Void grew rapidly, and then spread wildly, fighting against the surging waves of light at every turn. The-for-tat confrontation between the two became more and more acute, and these two opposing but inseparable energies eventually provoked a succession of destructive explosions, which shattered the structure of the Senluo and gave birth to a new realm.

Since then, the physical universe has been born.

The energy released by the agitation of light and void raged in the nascent universe, and the primordial matter fused and swirled with each other, endlessly constructing the primordial world. For centuries, the universe has continued to expand, the Infinite Darkness Boundless, scorched by the chaos of fire and magic.

And the most turbulent energies converge with each other to form another spirit plane, the Twisted Void. Light and the Void collided and escaped at the edge of the realm, causing the place to remain in turmoil for a long time. Although the Warped Void has a slight connection with the Infinite Darkness Limit, it remains outside the edge of the physical universe. Even so, the turbulent energy of the Distorted Void would sometimes tear through the gaps of darkness and roar into the plane of reality, distorting everything in the universe.

The universe was born catastrophically, and it also caused fragments of light to spread throughout the plane of reality. These fragments sparked sparks of life from the matter of countless worlds, giving birth to a multitude of creatures full of graceful or crappy possibilities.

The most ubiquitous form of life is the elemental spirits—primordial beings made of fire, water, earth, and wind. These creatures exist in almost all physical worlds, and most of them indulge in the chaos of the early days of the Forest.

Creatures that are sometimes formed by the accumulation of large fragments of light possess far greater power and potential.

Naru, these benevolent beings who shine with divine energy, is one of them. When they look at the vast universe, the possibilities are endless. So they vowed to do everything in their power to spread hope and nourish life wherever they went.

And even more extraordinary than Naru is the huge Titan. Their spirits—the astral souls—took shape in the depths of the fiery cores of a few worlds. For long periods of time, these newborn Titans have been asleep, and their own energy permeates the celestial bodies in which they live.

And when the Titans finally awaken, they were like a living world. The wind howled over their massive bodies, the stardust draped over their bodies, and even their skin was covered with silver-white mountains and sparkling magical oceans.

With the eyes of the stars, they observed the universe and were fascinated by its mysteries. Compared to Naru, who set out to defend his life, the Titans chose a very different path. They travel to and from all corners of the darkness, searching for their fellow citizens.

And this grand and far-reaching journey will one day change the course of all things and determine the fate of all living things......

The Draenei Prophet is now unsure whether Samara's exposure to the Will of Light is really the Will of Light - for even Naru is nothing more than a fragment of the Light, and in that sense, neither Naru nor the Titans can claim to have true insight into all the secrets of the Light.

At the same time, it is also possible that Samara came into contact with a creature similar to Naru or simply another Naru, or a creature like a Titan that also possessed radiant powers.

Even, there is something to be seen in the light that is not condensed.

The Holy Light had apparently flowed into Samarra's body from the edge of the physical universe, rather than a solid Light condensed or summoned through spirit and faith, could it be that she was coming into contact with some kind of Holy Light creature that existed in the outer world, similar to the Void Maharaja?

Viren could only be sure that it was indeed the Light, and in any case, the camp of the being or the one that Samara had imagined was certain. This made him feel a little relieved while he was uneasy.

Wanting to uncover these secrets, clear the suspicions, and dispel the doubts of him and his people, Viren felt that he had to at least return to the Temple of Carabo.

It was a temple built in the days when the Draenei had just come into this world. There, surrounded by four atama crystals, he could hear the faint voice of his old friend ringing in his head.

Compared to the Titans, who have had very little contact, the Draenei and Naru have trusted each other for a long, long time. The glorious, almost solid beings were at first caretakers of the Eredar Exiles, then mentors, and then friends. They have been traveling together and have seen so many worlds. Each time, when Manari, as the Ereda called the Twisted, discovered their location, it was Naru - especially the self-proclaimed Naru - who helped the Draenei escape. And each time, Kil'Gardan and the monsters who had once been Eredians were one step closer to catching them...... Every time Viren and his people had to leave a world to save themselves, he grieved, knowing that any creature they left behind would be forever changed like the Eredas. Always keen to get more people into the legion he created for his master, Sargeras, Kilgardan will not let go of any possible candidate.

Cruure was just as sad as Vilen. But it spoke to him in Viren's mind, saying that it would only take the same amount of time for Kil'Gardan, Akmund, and Sargeras to destroy another world; All worlds, all living things, all races, were equal in the eyes of Sargeras—all of whom were to be wiped out in a terrible feast of blood and fire. If Viren dies at the hands of his former best friend, he won't change anything, he won't save anyone; Only if he lives, maybe one day, there will be a glimmer of hope.

"Why is that?" Once in a rage, Viren yelled at Naru. "What is more important and valuable about my life than theirs?"

Our build-up was slow, Kwure replied. But the build-up continued. There are other Naru like me in the universe, in contact with the young race. When they are ready, all of them will be called together. Sargeras will eventually fall under the conviction of those who have always believed in the permanent balance of the universe, in truth, goodness and harmony.

Viren had no choice. If you don't believe in this being who has become a close friend, you can only turn your back on those who trust him and become Manari. He chose to believe.

It's just that, as time goes by, even in the Carabo Temple, with the help of the power of crystals, the connection between Viren and Choure is getting weaker and weaker.

Because...... Cwure is dying. The ship it gave them was imprisoned in that container two hundred years ago when it crashed into this world......

"The other Naru can't give me an answer, maybe I should contact Cwure. But, to be honest, I can't hear the voice of Caure, "the Prophet doesn't hide it from his friends and subordinates, and everything about the Naru with whom the Draenei first came into contact," at least not as before. I'm afraid it's running out of time. ”

Akama lowered her head, a pained expression evident on her face. Naru actually sacrificed himself for them, and all the Draenei knew and understood it. Its existence, strange and mysterious, has come to be cared for by the Draenei. And it has been trapped in the spaceship and slowly dying for two centuries. Almost all the Draenei thought that the being wouldn't die so early...... If it would die.

He stood up resolutely, his pale yellow robe fluttering behind him. "I guess it has something to tell me, but with my ability, I can't hear it anymore. I had to do something. Maybe I should go back to the Carabo Temple. If the temple can't communicate with it either, I'll have to get closer to it and it will be easier for us to communicate with each other. ”

"You-you-you're leaving Shattrath, going back to Shadowmoon Valley, or even going to the ship?" Akama asked, surprised.

"I'......," Viren nodded. It would have been hard for me to make up my mind, but now I feel like I have to go. ”

"Your Prophet...... I don't mean to question your wisdom, but—"

"But you're still skeptical." Viren laughed, his blue eyes narrowing wittily, and put a pale hand on his old friend's armoured shoulder. "Go on, old friend. Your doubts have always been of great value to me. ”

"The situation in Shattrath City - I can't do without you!"

"Yes, Shattrath." Viren sighed heavily, "In my meditations, I already know something certain. That is: the city of Shattrath will fall. In Golrond, the orc fleet is ready to go, and once that fleet arrives, things won't be the same again. Shasta City, as well as the people of Shattrath City, will be destroyed by the Iron Tribe. But until Samara shows her new powers, we can't really break through...... The defensive battle is still so hard, without the protection of the city walls, how much will the Draenei sacrifice? ”

"We still have magic to cover, Prophet ......"

"Don't pin all your hopes on one thing, it's a lesson I've learned for tens of thousands of years."

"So?"

"Samara gave me a new hope. In any case, observe carefully, and then cooperate with her, Archbishop Akama. ”

Akama bowed her head, "I see, Lord Prophet. (To be continued.) )