As Viren had hoped, Kilgardan saw his retreat as a compromise. He smiled and put his hand on Viren's shoulder.

'I don't give up on what I believe is good and right just because I'm afraid of something unpleasant happening,' he said, 'and I think you too.' ‘

Viren couldn't force himself to lie. He just lowered his head and sighed. In normal times, Kil'Gardan would have been able to see through his weak disguise at a glance, even Akmund. But now, their attention is not on him. They were thinking about the infinite power that was about to belong to them. It's too late to convince them. These two once great men have become Marganis' playthings; Soon, they will become Manari. Viren knew that if they found out that he wasn't with them, they would turn against him and leave him doomed. But he must live, and do his best to save his people from the curse and ruin.

So he nodded, but didn't say a word. The alliance of the three Eredar leaders with Malganis was thus finalized. Akmund and Kilgardan quickly departed, ready to welcome their new master.

Viren grieves for his inability. He wanted to save all the people, and he vowed to save all the people, but he also knew that it was impossible. Most people would believe Kilgardan and Akmund and eventually follow them to ruin. But there are still a small number of people who have the same thoughts as him and will give up a qiē for his words. They must do the same; Their homeland, Argus, will soon be completely destroyed by the madness of the demon legions. If they want to live, they have to run away.

But...... Where can they flee to?

Viren stared at the Atama Crystal, despair welling up in his heart. Marganis is coming. Nowhere in the world could he escape such a powerful being. How could he have escaped?

Tears welled up in his eyes. Blurred his vision. It must have been his tears that made the crystal look like it was glittering. In the pulsating ...... Viren blinked. No. It's not the tears that are at work. The crystal was literally glowing, and under his shocked gaze, it slowly rose from the base, floating in the air, and resting in front of him.

Touching it, a voice whispered in his head. Viren shuddered and held out his strong, blue hand in awe, expecting to feel the familiar warmth of the crystal.

Energy flowed through his body in an instant. He gasped. The energy was almost as powerful as the dark energy surging within him in the image. The difference is that how filthy the energy is, how pure the energy is; As dark as the energy is, it is as bright as the energy. Viren's heart was suddenly filled with confidence and hope.

The strange, glittering force field around the Atama crystal expanded, elongated, and revealed a single form. Its glow made Viren barely open his eyes, but he wouldn't look away from him.

You're not alone, Viren the Eredan, the voice whispered to him. The voice was sweet and gentle, soothing him. It's like flowing water, and it's like the summer wind. The glow diminishes slightly. Viren saw the figure floating in front of his eyes. He had never seen a storage like this. It seems to be made up of living light. It has a soft gold in the center, and the glow of the outer ring is a shimmering purple. Strange runes carved out of metal emitted brilliant colors and brilliance, swirling and dancing around the center. It continued to speak in his head, and to Viren, it was like the light itself was given a voice.

We also feel the impending catastrophe in this and other worlds. We are committed to maintaining the balance of the universe, but Marganis's plan will destroy it. Utter chaos and ruin are coming, and the good, the good, the pure, will be gone forever.

Who...... What the...... Viren was speechless by the magnificence of this existence.

We are Naru, said the glorious Cunzài. You can call me...... Cwure.

Viren's lips quirmed, and he whispered, 'Naru...... Cwure ...... These two names were so pleasant to the ear that it seemed that he got a glimmer of light from them just by pronouncing them.

This is where the first qiē begins, Keure continued, "we can't stop it, because your friends have free will. But you use your distressed heart to reach out to the outside world, trying to save with all your might. Therefore, we will also do our best to help you. We will save those of you who do not want to accept the horrors that Sargeras brings.

What should I do?—Viren's eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were tears of relief and joy.

Gather those who will listen to your wisdom. On the longest day of the year, go to the highest mountain on the continent. With Atama Crystals. A long, long time ago, we gave it to you; It is through guò that we can find you again. We'll take you away.

For a moment, a hint of doubt gripped Viren's heart. He had never heard of such a bright creature as Naru, and now this cun, this kwure, wanted him to steal the sacred relics of his people. They even claimed that they had given it to Erida! Perhaps Kilgardan and Akmund were right; Perhaps the image that Viren saw was just his own fear.

However, by the time this sick thought flashed through his mind, he knew very well that this was only the last remaining longing in his heart, longing to go back to the way things were, to the time things had irretrievably changed...... Travel back in time to before the appearance of Marganis......

He knew what he had to do. In front of the magnificent, dancing being of light, he bowed his head respectfully.

The first ally that Viren summoned was Targas, an old friend who had helped him and who he trusted the most. One has to count on this friend, because he can act unsurveilled, and Viren can't. Targas was skeptical at first, but when Virentong Guò Psychic Link showed him the dark images, Targas quickly agreed. Viren didn't mention Naru and their help, as he didn't know how it would help. He simply assured Targas that they would be able to escape as long as Targas believed him.

The longest day of the year is getting closer. During the time when Akmund and Kilgardan were preoccupied with welcoming Malganis, Viren was careful to send a message to those he trusted. The others were gradually gathered by the Targas and came to Viren's side with the conviction to defend themselves and the people. Viren then set about weaving an elaborate web of magic around the two of his once closest friends, now traitors, so that they would not notice the commotion that was taking place right under their noses.

The intricate web was knitted at an astonishing speed, but for them, it was tormentingly slow. That day has finally come. Ereda, who chose to follow Viren, gathered on the highest mountain in their ancient world. The numbers are painfully low. There were only a few hundred people, and these were the only people that Viren believed. He didn't dare to risk contacting those who might betray him.

A few minutes ago, Viren removed the Atama Crystal. He has spent the last few days building a fake in case someone discovers that the crystal is missing and sets off an alarm. He carefully carved an ordinary crystal into the shape of an atama crystal and cast a spell on it to make it glow. But it can't respond to touches. Once someone touches the fake crystal, Viren's theft is revealed. (To be continued......)