It's a mistake to come here. Nothing has changed. You're still the Broken.

No. They will listen to you. He'll make them all listen to what you say. That's it, Epiphany. Noubalton forced himself to look away from the crowd and onto the spring in the center of the small square. He pleaded with the water to help him clear his mind.

Then he felt his mind focus again. He silently thanked the spring, and then, leaning on his staff, he forced himself to meet the many distrustful stares below. There was an awkward silence.

"It doesn't make sense. He heard someone whispering.

He managed to speak, and the first voice he spat out was so small and hoarse that he couldn't even make out himself. He cleared his throat and started again, this time louder. "I'm here for...... To sue you about—"

"We're wasting time. What can a broken man tell us?"

More voices of opposition rang out. Nobalton stammered. His mouth was still moving, but his voice was long gone.

I was right. This is a mistake.

Nobalton turned to leave, his gaze meeting the calm eyes of the prophet and their leader, Viren.

The prophet stared at Noubuton with reproach. "Where are you going?"

Nobalton sat on a cliff overlooking the withered land. It doesn't look like much has changed here...... How long has it been since he first ventured here, five years, or six years?

When he and the others were sent to a new camp for the Broken, as they eventually came to be called, Nobordon was angry, disappointed, and frustrated. He went as far as he could what he was allowed to go. He often surveyed the mountains that surrounded the Zangar swamps, but the camps at the foot of the mountains were built for "normal people", and now "people like him" were no longer allowed to enter.

So he braved the heat to reach the highest point of the land, a land that once belonged to the Draenei but is now a desert: once a verdant woodland before the orcs trodden it, but now, thanks to the warlocks and their twisted magic, it is a wasteland.

At least, the orcs have been causing a lot less trouble these days. Some roaming orc squads are still haunting. They continued to kill every Draenei they saw. There are fewer orcs than there used to be, and many greenskins have passed through those massive gates years ago and haven't come back since.

As a result of this qiē, somewhere in the swamp the Draenei began to build a new city. It doesn't matter, Nobalton thought, it's a city that will never welcome me.

The changes that took place in Nobordon and others continued. New limbs were growing on their smooth bodies, spots and sarcomas, and other growths were rapidly spreading throughout their bodies. their hooves. One of the most important characteristics of the Draenei is completely gone, replaced by some kind of deformed foot. Their changes aren't just limited to**. Their brains are becoming less and less obedient. And some of them have been completely lost, and have become a shell that wanders aimlessly all day long, and their speech has become inverted. These lost people sometimes wake up suddenly and leave the camp alone and never return. The first to do so was Estes. Now there is only one companion left with Colleen who has experienced the dark time of Shattrath.

Enough is enough, he thought. Don't get distracted. Do what you're going to do here.

He was distracted because part of him knew well that this time he would also return in vain. But he persevered, as he has done every day for the past few years...... Somehow. The other part of him kept his hope alive.

He closed his eyes, struggling to get rid of all distractions and try to connect with the Light. Please, just once...... Let me feel your glorious blessing again.

Nothing.

Try harder.

He condensed every ounce of attention he had left.

"Nobelton. ”

He was taken aback, his heart about to pop out of his shell, and he opened his eyes sharply and reached out to calm himself. He looked around and then looked to the sky.

"I found you!"

He shook his head, took a deep breath, and turned to face Coleen.

You should think of something better than looking forward to the Light's return.

She came over and sat beside him. Looks tired, weathered, and, with some worries.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"It's not worse than usual. ”

Nobordon waited a little longer, but Colleen was just staring at the barren landscape.

And somewhere they didn't even notice. A figure flashed into a nearby pile of rubble, observing, listening.

"Do you have any plans to sue me?"

Colleen thought for a moment. "Ah, yes," she concluded, "there are a few new members in the camp today. They say the orcs are in ...... Regroup. It seems that they are preparing for something. Leading them is the new ...... What's their name? The people who manipulate dark magic?"

"Warlock?"

"yes, that's it. Colleen stepped forward. Stand just inches from the edge of the cliff. She was silent for a long time.

Soon, the figure left as quietly as it had come.

Colleen's eyes were as cold as the gruff voice she uttered. "What do you think would happen if I took a few more steps?"

Noboton hesitated, he couldn't figure out if she was joking, "I think you're going to fall." ”

"I'm going to fall. But sometimes I feel like my soul is ...... Fly? No, not the word. What is the word...... Ascending and ascending, like flying?"

Nobalton thought for a moment, "Sublimation?"

"Yes, my body will fall, but my soul will sublimate. ”

A few days later, Nobordon woke up from a nightmare with a sore head and an empty stomach. He decided to go and see if there was any leftover from last night's fish.

As soon as he walked out of the cave, he noticed that many people had gathered outside the cave, all of them looking up at the sky and protecting their eyes with their hands. He stepped out from under a giant mushroom and looked up at the sky, and then he was forced to protect his eyes like them. His mouth opened wide in surprise.

A crack appeared in the scarlet sky in the morning. It looked like a wide open wound, some unspeakable force was invading, a blinding light flashed in the sky, and the whole world was being torn apart. The rift looked like a wildly dancing serpent made of light.

The earth began to tremble. Nobalton felt a pressure in his brain, and his eardrums almost burst. Electricity streaked through the air, Nobalton's hair stood on end, and for a short, crazy moment it seemed like the world wasn't so real.

For a moment, before Nobaldon's eyes, the gathered Shattered split into countless mirror images: some looked older, some younger, and still others unaffected, healthy Draenei. Then the illusions vanished. The earth trembled, and Noborton felt like he was sitting in a mad carriage drawn by a mad horse. He and the others were thrown into the mud, and they lay there on their stomachs, and the shiver continued.

It took a while for the shaking to subside. Colleen stared at the slowly closing crack in the sky and muttered, "Our world is going to be ruined." ”

Their world is not ruined. But it's almost ruined.

The days that followed, Nobordon returned to the top of the mountain he was familiar with, and what he saw seemed extremely crazy. Thick smoke rolled into the sky and piled up into thick black clouds that covered the land. The air burned his lungs. And at the bottom of the cliff where he stood, there was a crack in the earth. Steam gushed out of the breach, and Nobalton could see a faint light coming from the depths of the earth.

Large chunks of rock have been torn off from the barren ground and floated in the air. And part of the sky is looking more and more like ...... A window to something. Nobalton felt as if he had glimpsed a glimpse of something other than near and far through this window. Is this real? Or is this a sign of some kind of great calamity? Nobalton couldn't tell.

It seemed that all places were shrouded in a terrible silence, as if all living things had died, or had fled to distant places and hidden. Still, Noubolton felt he wasn't alone. For a moment, he caught a mysterious figure out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look around, wondering if it was Colleen.

And yet nothing. Maybe it's just his increasingly muddy mind deceiving him.

Nobalton once again set his gaze on the nightmarish sight before him, suspecting that soon what he knew would come to an end and the end would come.

However, time passed, they were still alive, and life had to go on. Some gossip came to the camp that the entire area had been destroyed. Thankfully, the world survived. (To be continued.) )