Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 642, Section 10: Today, the "Holy Light State Banquet" restaurant is having a grand sale, with all expenses paid by Ms. Ze!
Zera didn't finish her sermon on the Holy Light until late into the night.

The Eredar of Draenor are indeed overly devout and enthusiastic, even attracting some Mag'har orcs. These young orcs listen to the teachings conveyed by the Mother of Light, and they eagerly and clumsily ask some strange questions, which Lady Zera patiently answers.

The constant stream of questions caused the presentation to be delayed for far too long.

But no one felt surprised or strange, for this was the arrival of the Mother of Light, a true spectacle in every world in the Star Sea where the People of Light reside.

Escorted by a group of Lightforged, the Mother of Light arrived at the Aldor Temple to rest, and Kara generously gave her Throne of Light to Xera for temporary use.

The high platforms designed and built specifically for the Naaru have a unique energy cycle that makes them feel comfortable and eliminates fatigue.

However, the Temple of Aldor was cleared out in advance tonight, and there were no priests here. Archbishop Isana cleared the place out as a venue for the Vigilant and the Mother of Light to converse.

But the streets and houses around the temple were filled with sickly elves, which aroused Zera's curiosity.

When she inquired, her "great-uncle" Marlaad, who had escorted her, explained:

"These are the Sin'dorei elves from the world of Azeroth, trapped by a special curse called 'magic addiction' due to their racial origins. His Majesty King Kael'thas, following the teachings of the Sun, sent his people to Draenor in the hope that our priests would provide them with healing."

You don't need to worry, these patients will be transferred to Shattrath City tomorrow.

"No, I'm not worried about their disturbance."

The Mother of Light explained:
“Their condition is indeed very bad; their physical ailments have affected their mental stability. This is a situation that must be taken seriously. Perhaps the ‘lightforging ritual’ can save their precarious souls.”

"Uh."

On the other side, the shaman master Nubodun sighed and said:

"But the poor willpower of magic addicts makes it impossible for them to pass the Lightforging ritual, Your Majesty. They will be incinerated during the Lightforging process."

We have no choice but to look for another way.

Fortunately, we have found a feasible solution.

"That's good."

The Mother of Light uttered an ethereal hymn, saying:
May the Holy Light bless these poor people.

After speaking, the Mother of Light "floated" into the Temple of Aldor.

She didn't notice the strange expressions on Noboton's and Marla's faces.

As the temple gates closed, the two saw Yrel leading a squad of fully armed, dark-skinned light-elves rushing towards them from the other side of the street.

Yrel herself was alright, but the dark elves behind her were very devout. They were singing praises to the Holy Light for bestowing upon them a "full" meal tonight and for bringing salvation to their poor, magic-addicted brethren.

"You two!"

Irelia said in a low voice:
"Don't look guilty for doing something wrong. We're just making sure things don't get any worse. You don't want to see two noble people fighting over a moral conflict, do you?"

Do it quickly!
Lyran has already written the press release: "The Mother of Light, unable to bear seeing the demon-addicted elves suffer, has taken the initiative to spread the Holy Light to help them regain their will." It will be sent to every corner of Draenor first thing tomorrow morning.

“I just feel that Commander Diakum might not need us to do this.”

Marlaad sighed and said:
"The Mother of Light is not a bad person; it is our actions that have been somewhat sinister."

"If she were just a bad person, things wouldn't be so complicated! There are plenty of examples of good intentions gone wrong."

Irelia complained:

"Besides, the Guardians protect us, teach us, and lead us, and we will protect them the way they treat us! Anyone who wants to harm the Guardians will have to get past us first!"
Let's take action.

On the other side, inside the temple.

When Zera descended to the Throne of Light, Diakum, who had already finished his prayers and was writing his own "Canon of Light and Shadow," put away his jeweled quill.

He stood up and said to Zera:
"Did Saratas inform you of Anser's situation? About the eclipse, about my plan to reignite the sun. I would like to hear your opinion on this."

“I fully support this great belief and action, Vigilant.”

Zera gracefully twirled her body, and amidst her ethereal singing, she said:

"If I can help, I will do everything in my power. If the light of Anser can return to the sea of ​​stars, the glorious era of us, the People of Light, will come. In the long run, the eclipse that the Void Lords are so determined to cause will be even more devastating than the Burning Crusade."

However, even if all the forces of the Holy Light Legion are concentrated, they can only face one enemy at a time. If we participate in the War of Light and Shadow, we will not be able to assist you in restoring Argus.

Whether the Eredar can return to their homeland is also a very important event for Starsea.

"I'm glad you're willing to help."

Dick nodded, then asked:

"Before we begin to discuss our differences, I want to ask you this: you wouldn't suddenly decide to sacrifice yourself and transfer all the divine power bestowed upon you by the Primal Light to me, would you? You wouldn't hand over the leadership of the Holy Light Legion to me entirely through such an extremely symbolic sacrifice, would you?"

Zera fell silent.

A few seconds later, she raised her voice and said loudly amidst the echoing solemn hymns:

"I do intend to do that!"
Previously, it was because I had to bring the final divine armor to the Prophet's Child, but after learning about Anther's current situation from Xal'atath, I realized that my arrival in Draenor at this moment was indeed a sign of destiny.

Diakum, your fusion with Anser's body also has hidden dangers, doesn't it?
You have inherited not only the light and warmth of Anser, but also His pain of eclipse. I cannot discern the weight you are carrying as you move forward, but I know that the symbol of holy light that I possess can help lighten your burden.

Most importantly, I am the first being of the Holy Light created by Anser, and the divine power I possess comes directly from Anser's divine body.

Symbolically speaking, I can also be considered a part of Anser's divine transformation. Therefore, my dedication and sacrifice will help you better complete your fusion with the body of the sun god and allow you to enter your own 'Holy Sun Rebirth' more quickly.

The Mother of Light spun a little faster.

She said sincerely:
"Please do not reject my offering, Vigilant One. I have learned of the coming of the eclipse, and I am even more certain that you are the prophesied 'Child of Light and Darkness'."

My existence is for this moment!
My strength will become your strength, my sacrifice will forge your victory, and in the not-too-distant future, a miracle will be created.

"Your tone makes it sound like you're not making a sacrifice, but rather like someone who's been impatient with doing something for a long time and is finally able to dump their work on another unlucky person so they can happily go home."

You don't have a "whatever happens, happens" mentality, do you?

Diakum made a sarcastic remark, then sighed and said:

"But that's exactly what I'm worried about! Even after you personally experienced the Redeemer Losakson's infiltration and betrayal, you still firmly believe in the prophecy of light and darkness that you saw in the Great Order of Light and Darkness."

You wouldn't even doubt the truth of this prophecy.

Perhaps you already have doubts, but you clearly regard finding the prophesied child as the greatest goal of your life. After you finally met me, you believed that all your efforts had come to an end.

As I said, you can finally relax and take a break, right?

The vigilant raised his hands and made a "meow" gesture.

He said in a deep voice:

"No, what we need is a solution, not for you to hand over your responsibilities to me and then consider the rest of the matter closed. That's shirking the responsibilities Anser has given you."

Moreover, you firmly believe in the shaping power of fate, while I have been resisting the imposition of that fate.

You say I am the child of light and darkness, but you don't understand that my current situation has nothing to do with the driving force of fate.

Zera!

My journey across that thorny path of resistance was not a gift from fate. I have failed, I have been bewildered, I have been lost. But what has remained unchanged is that I have always been fighting against that cold malice.

The miracles you have witnessed have led you to believe that I am the Son of Prophecy, but in reality, those miracles were all created by my own hands, with the help of my companions.

There is no such thing as fate!
The future of this starry sea will not be dictated by a prophecy; I firmly believe the future should be in our own hands.

He made it clear that he rejected Zera's self-sacrifice.

Given the Vigilant's current strength, Zera couldn't force him to accept her sacrifice even if he didn't want to, which greatly distressed the Mother of Light. Her ethereal singing even turned sorrowful.

she says:

"But all those prophecies have come true!"
The rise of demons and the Burning Legion, the fall of Argus and the birth of the Great Demon Lord, the Burning Crusade begins, and the Star Sea is engulfed in war and destruction.

I saw it with my own eyes, I confirmed it with my own eyes.

I fought and resisted according to the prophecy, and the existence of the Holy Light Universe proved the truth of the prophecy.

You were the only one not mentioned in that prophecy. I once thought you were the one who interfered with the prophecy, but it wasn't until you entered Azeroth and embarked on the path of the Twins of Light and Shadow that I realized the Child of Light and Shadow was not Illidan Stormrage, but you.

But that wasn't the prophecy's fault; it was just that my interpretation of the prophecy was flawed.

You don't believe in fate, Diakum, but your life, from your early days to your current success, has been shaped by fate.

"You dismiss all my efforts with just the phrase 'son of prophecy'."

The vigilant shook his head and said:

"You don't know about the Eclipse, you don't know about Anther, you don't know about the Void Lords' plot. In your prophecies, you only saw the rampage of demons but never noticed how much death the Burning Crusade created."

You don't even want to believe that the Redeemer Losakson is the 'prophecy weaver' who placed him beside you, watching over you and guiding you to follow the prophecy.

Even if you have witnessed it choose to betray under the holy light.

Let me read you some truths that only I know.

Diakum cleared his throat and said loudly:

"The Titans are the easiest to manipulate. They have a single goal: to forcibly change the structure of what they see. Their driving force comes from their desire for order."

Whenever they are shown a power capable of defying the order, the Pantheon is engulfed in a hostile desire to eradicate that power.

The Void Lords are so focused on their myriad truths that they completely ignore the lies we have sown within them. We must use their vast sphere of influence as a weapon against our other adversaries.

But we must remain cautious.

Because the holders of the truth of the void can observe a variety of outcomes, we can also imagine that they could foresee our arrival.

Like the Titans, the Naaru and their masters also have a single purpose.

Their linear approach is a clear drawback.

Their favorite thing is to prove themselves right, so if they believe they can convert one of us to believe in the Holy Light, they will place absolute trust in that person!

Followers of life are the most formidable adversaries, perhaps because their nature is entirely different from ours.

However, by observing the connection between their plane and Ardenweald, we have still learned a great deal. We can confidently say that we have found their weaknesses.

Our layout in the Twisting Nether is absolutely flawless!

The process of absorbing fel energy is not pleasant, but it is necessary; your schemes will bear fruit in the future.

Dick stopped, and facing the bewildered Zera, he took out his Spirit Slayer Scythe and flicked the hideous Devourer weapon, causing the Nathrezim trapped inside to let out a terrible scream.

"What I am saying is the 'Six Forces Latent Work Report' that I extracted from the minds of these dreadlords."

They dedicated their compilation to their masters.

This information was extracted directly from the minds of the Nathrezim who were devoured by the Cursed Throat. If you doubt its authenticity, you are free to browse it yourself.

The reason I sought out and used this evil weapon was to gather this evidence and present it to you.

The 'Weaver of Fate' I'm referring to has spies who have infiltrated every aspect of the six Forces, and the existence of the Redeemer Losakson proves all my accusations against the 'prophecy' you so firmly believe in.

That prophecy was wrong from the start.

He shouted to Zera:
“Zera, everything you’ve seen is just the beginning of a conspiracy. You, Sargeras, the Void Lords, and even the creations of life are all part of the Death Eternal’s schemes, and I have plenty of evidence to prove it.”

You want to use the revelations of the prophecy to protect this sea of ​​stars, but you seem never to have considered that your very existence has become a dagger for those great conspirators to stab at the sea of ​​stars.

He desires conflict!

Because conflict brings death, and now, the Maw of the Shadowlands has been forged by past deaths into a Mawsworn army even larger than the Burning Legion.

Diakum paused.

He gave the Mother of Light more time to accept the truth. He knew it was cruel to break the conviction of a Naaru who had believed in prophecy since birth, but he had to bring Zera to her senses.

He pointed to the top of his head and said:

Listen, death is sharpening its knives.

If you don't wake up soon, if you don't lead the People of Light back onto the right path, when the Force Wars enter the next phase, when the great cycle of life and death is completely broken, everything will be beyond repair.

The Mother of Light was clearly struck down.

The Nathrezim, writhing in agony within the Spirit Scythe placed before her, could not possibly be lying.

That is based on the power suppression of the Taotie's path, which may be the only way to completely kill the Fear Demons in the material world, and naturally may also reveal the truth they have been hiding.

The outbreak of the Force Wars may have originated from a conflict between the powers, but the fact that it has been pushed to this brutal state is due to a hidden hand behind the scenes.

And all of this points to death.

"I have to do this."

Zela finally spoke:

"Because of me, the prophecy of the Sons of Light and Darkness has spread throughout the entire Holy Light Legion. Vigilant, it's not just me who firmly believes that the 'Sons of Light and Darkness' will save the starry sea and quell the war in the future. The entire Holy Light Legion, and all living beings in the entire Holy Light Universe, believe in this prophecy."

If this is wrong, then I have led them astray beyond redemption!
You must become a child of light and darkness to receive the army forged for you by the Holy Light and bring them back to the right path.

My sacrifice is necessary and indispensable!

Her crystal body spun and emitted beams of light, attempting to bestow these divine powers upon her chosen successor, but Diakum merely stepped back, casually waving a sun-like radiance to shut out Zera's holy light.

Dick, however, was not disappointed.

At least Zera recognized the possibility that the prophecy itself could be manipulated, and it was already valuable that she began to doubt the path she had previously believed in.

"Instead of giving these divine powers to me, use them to help those who need help more. Let the hope that the Holy Light bestows upon all beings be revealed through your hands, and let the light appear in the eyes of the desperate."

Diakum said:
"Blessed are the hungry who struggle in darkness, blessed are the lost who are mired in disaster, for the Holy Light will surely guide them back to their homeland."

Eat up, eat to your heart's content.

Don't forget to thank the kind lady who gave you food; may the Holy Light bless your souls.

"Praise be to Zera! Praise be to the Holy Light!"

"Orunas the Steadfast" outside the Aldor Temple shouted, then savored the "sweet" light.

Behind him, the Sin'dorei elves, driven to despair by their addiction, rose one by one and rushed toward the overflowing light as if they had smelled a delicious meal of walking corpses.

The emaciated elves embraced the warm light.

They stood there in the tangible flow of holy light, like starving ghosts at a state banquet, each one so happy they wept tears of joy.

Irelia stood in the light, swishing her tail and patting Marad and Nubodon on the shoulder with a smug look, saying:

"See! I told you, this will definitely work!"

(End of this chapter)