Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 661, Section 29. Ha, look at this Ultra Kick that shatters fate, how perfect it is!
When the leaders of the Covenant of K'ure were transported from various parts of Draenor to the Temple of Karabor by the Eredar in landing craft, the Sun Shard Xal'atath was already preparing to "become the sun."

That's why she came.

However, considering that this is the first good deed she has ever done since birth, it is understandable that she is a little nervous and needs some time to convince herself.

What made Xalatas most desperate was that, perhaps because Zera's sacrifice ignited her, she also inherited a part of the "selfless" nature from the Naaru, and actually felt eager to try to save others.

Hey!
Wake up!

You used to be a shady character who dared to do anything except good deeds, so why are you so eager to do good now? Is it because your first half of life was too outrageous, so you're planning to accumulate good karma for yourself in the second half?

But then, Xalatas got the answer from the twin archbishops.

"This is a form of punishment, without a doubt."

Archbishop Saloras said in a cold tone:
"Lady Zera sacrificed herself to save you, but this was her great attempt to ignite the sun, and it does not mean that the Mother of Light is a wicked person who cannot distinguish between good and evil. She punished you in her own way!"

From this day forward, you will be unable to refuse any plea for help you see, you will be unable to ignore any tragedy you witness, and you will do everything in your power to assist every sufferer you encounter.

This is a form of 'forced rehabilitation' punishment, and the sentence she's given you is eternal!

"Given that you have been imbued with the sun's immortality, this means that you cannot even escape this responsibility through death."

Aurecis also said coldly:
"You are destined to travel among the stars, to atone for the civilizations harmed by the void through piety, until this sea of ​​stars comes to an end, and if the sun rises again in the next era, your journey of atonement will not end."

Rejoice, Your Excellency, for you have achieved immortality.

The price is that you must protect all the good things in this world, whether you like it or not.

Saratas remained silent.

She moved in the form of a Naaru's crystal body, embracing the unique appearance she had created for herself. In reality, she was the barefoot rune elf from before, only now she had a pair of crystal wings like a Naaru on her back.

This made her look both erotic and sacred.

Honestly, if Xalatas were sent to preach, the number of People of Light among the stars would probably increase tenfold or a hundredfold within a thousand years.

The fragment of the sun didn't seem to have much to say about the "forced good degeneration" she was about to suffer for the rest of her life. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly spoke:

Why are there fist marks on your face? Who punched you?

"?"

Archbishop Saloras never expected that the first question from this guy would be this.

She didn't react for a moment and subconsciously touched the bruises and swelling on her face.

That was caused by Archbishop Nelly going a little too far when she was "correcting her personality." It's really hard to say whether it was a necessary step or a personal grudge, but at this moment, Saloras still hopes to think about the matter in a better direction.

She glared fiercely at the fragment of the sun that was grinning strangely, pointed to the sky covered by the cold, dark tide, and said:
"Draenor has lost its sun, and the surface temperature of this world has dropped to around minus thirty degrees Celsius in the past few hours."

This is just the beginning.

Go ahead.

Fulfill your duty: before they have a new sun, execute redemption for everything your former partners have done for this world.

“I remind you, it was your boyfriend who shattered the sun of this world, not Dimensius.”

Saratas flapped her crystal wings and slowly rose, saying:

"You don't have to be so rude. It's normal to feel pain after losing him, but that doesn't mean you should take your emotions out on someone unrelated."

Go tell them.

I am just a fragment of the sun.

My power is not great enough to simulate a complete sun; I can only ensure that Draenor's temperature remains at its current level and does not continue to drop.

"That won't do. It has to be restored to a level where people won't freeze to death, otherwise the crow people and their birds of prey will all have to hibernate."

Aurecis shook her head and said:
"We can't let this world really be covered in ice and snow. The World Tree Tayara is drawing nourishment from the body of Norgannon to feed Draenor in order to 'upgrade' this small world. It's best not to let it spend more energy reshaping the world's ecology."

"Humph"

Xalatas snorted but didn't refute. Instead, he transformed into a golden meteor and flew into the sky under everyone's gaze.

As she said, she was just a fragment of the sun and could not simulate the real sun hanging high in the sky, but she was, after all, the first fragment of the solar eclipse to be purified, and therefore she had the power of the sun god to exert.

Soon, the dawn, as bright as sunlight, dispelled the chill of the night, like pouring golden ink into a black pool, as the "rendering" gradually accelerated.

The eternal night, which had lasted for several hours, was quickly relit, but it did not return to the blazing midday sun; it merely emitted limited light and heat, like the morning light at dawn.

This light and heat obviously cannot completely dispel the chill of the cold wave, but it symbolizes hope in the darkness!

The beastmen cheered loudly, taking off their sheepskin coats and various furs, while the crow people were truly excited.

It is well known that birds are not very resistant to cold.

Moreover, the Arakkoa are descendants of the Sun Spirit, and while they possess some fire resistance, their cold resistance is practically negative. Just those few hours of nighttime cold wave nearly caused the Tongtian Peak, which had survived the demon and void invasion, to collapse.

Seeing this round of light and heat release from the "simulated sun," the Crowkin's Claw King and his daughter, along with a large group of resurrected Sun Sages, began to sing praises to the sunlight.

The Naru can finally take a short break.

The shelters they erect in the dark, cold night, built city by city, consume an astonishing amount of energy. After all, this is an individual effort to combat the chill of the universe, with no end in sight.

Some of the younger Naaru even felt exhausted, while the older Naaru also felt worried. Without this fragment of the sun, they would only be able to hold out for a few months at most before completely losing their strength.

However, just as the problem of the eternal night cold wave was resolved, a new problem was put on the agenda.

What should I do next?
The Great Demon Lord Sculptor Sargeras was annihilated by Lord Argus, the Fallen Titan Noganon was defeated and then suppressed and sealed by the Tree of Vengeance of Draenor, and the Eater of Worlds Dimensius was driven away by the Vigilantes, but the Vigilantes themselves also embarked on the path to godhood as a result.

The demons either retreated or were frozen to death by the eternal night's chill on the land shattered by war, while the void creatures still lingered in various parts of the world, taking advantage of the arrival of the eternal night.

This is troublesome both internally and externally!
The leaders were discussing how to come up with an effective solution in the shortest possible time, but Lord Argus was unwilling to waste any more time.

He rose from the ruins of the Temple of Karabor and strode toward the other side of the world, bathed in the golden light.

"Where are you going?"

Lady Verara held the Skull of Sachiel, which Diakum had previously cleaved in two, in her hands, and asked loudly:
"Do you need our help, Your Majesty?"

Argus waved his hand and responded via telepathy:

"I will use the Hammer of Khaz'goroth to repair the damage that war has done to this world, especially the continental shelves destroyed by my battle with Norgannon."

You all discuss it. Whether it's going to Azeroth or venturing into the Sea of ​​Lightless, I'm ready.

"But we have a third option."

Vera said:

“Perhaps we can find a way to go to the Shadowlands and bring Diakum back.”

"No need."

Lord Argus, who had calmed down, advised:
"Diacom has his own plans. Since he didn't let you come along, it means you don't need to take any risks. The land of death has its own unique rules. Even the strong in the material world are bound by the legendary 'fate' there."

Perhaps it would be better to let Diakum act on his own rather than send in a large army, especially since he does have credible allies in the Land of the Dead.

He had sent warriors to that land of the dead long ago.

This is enough to prove that Diakum has a complete plan.

All we have to do is wait patiently and respond to his call when he gives the signal.

At this point, Lord Argus glanced at his battle-scarred fingers, clenched his fists, and whispered:

"My understanding of 'combat' is too superficial. I possess such great power but failed to unleash its full potential, almost ruining everything. Thinking I understand and actually understanding are two different things. Send some warriors over."

He said:

“I need to learn from them how to fight. Next time, next time I will never let my children down again, just as you have never let me down.”

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Oribos, the eternal city, the legendary place where everything originates and ends.

This is the absolute heart of the Shadowlands, where the servants who reside here call themselves the "Hand of Destiny" and firmly believe that Oribos is located at the core of the Shadowlands' intermediate realm.

A peculiar legend circulates among them, saying that the distance from Oribos to every region of the Shadowlands by riding an Anima Dragon is always the same, and this obviously abnormal power clearly represents the special status of the Eternal City in the Shadowlands.

This is the first stop where all living beings are guided after death.

This is also the Court of Judgment, where the supreme arbiter decides where souls should go; it is also a magnificent fortress that gathers all the exquisite and high-class items of the entire Shadowlands; every ambitious life in the Shadowlands hopes to be allowed to set foot on Oribos a second time.

But all of the above is meaningless to the servants of the gods.

These Hands of Fate, immersed in the "Order of Destiny," only care about whether the "Destiny" is carried out well. In their eyes, only the Destiny is the true root of the Shadow Kingdom, just like the most conspicuous symbol of Oribos, the "ouroboros" that can be found in various parts of the city.

That can be interpreted as "∞" representing all things, or it can be understood as the beginning and the end.

That is the mark of the legendary "Firstborn," and a sacred emblem that the servants of the gods firmly believe carries all the power of the realm of death, from which the "destiny" originates.

The Mandate of Heaven is clearly perfect!

The Shadowlands have been operating according to the rules of destiny for countless eons. Even before the great order of light and darkness in the material world was established, the Shadowlands had already stood for countless eons. This is the first "perfect land" created by the Firstborn.

The so-called world of the living is nothing more than a poor imitation of the perfect order of the Shadow Realms.

Death transcends the six fundamental forces, and all of this is shaped by destiny!
Yes, as long as it continues to operate according to the constraints of destiny, the Shadow Realms will eventually stand forever until the destruction of the physical universe and the six realms, but that will only be a new origin.

Ah, the ouroboros knows everything, destiny has foretold everything, all beings need not think too much, they only need to act in accordance with destiny.

Praise be to God!

Praise be to the firstborn!
The attendants of the gods have finished their prayers once again, as is their daily custom and routine.

This has been the way it has been for countless years, and they regard it as the foundation and source of sacred law.

Today, Olivos is as noisy and bustling as ever, which seems inconsistent with the concept of a serene death. But as fate would have it, death is not only about sadness and pain, but also about joy and laughter.

Therefore, although the attendants found it noisy, they considered it all normal.

They must travel to the Destiny Platform, where the Eternal Arbiters reside, for inspection and maintenance to ensure that souls from the material world are accurately distributed to every region of the Shadowlands.

Looking up from the city platform of Oribos, one can see a "storm" of densely packed blue souls, all of which were brought from the material world by Kyrian messengers from Bastion, awaiting judgment by the Arbitrator.

Every day is like this, because death happens all the time in the material world. If nothing unexpected happens, every dead person will experience this unforgettable moment and it will be their first stop in the Shadowlands.

Uh, so this is actually equivalent to "entering the country and going through customs", right?
Souls from the material world are stamped by the arbitrator, signifying "quarantine compliance," and then sent to the place most suitable for them to begin a new life in the realm of death, becoming a cog in the great machine of destiny.

That sounds pretty humane.

The attendants entered the platform accessible only to them, and were pleased to see the Eternal Arbitrator judging souls with the same precision and perfection as always.

His examination and judgment of souls lasts only a moment, but nothing about the soul being judged can be hidden from the eyes of the arbitrator.

He uses perfect divine ordinances as the law of judgment, and such judgments have never gone wrong.

Once again, praise is due to destiny.
"boom"

Just as the attendants of the gods were expressing the same sentiments as yesterday about this perfect and beautiful divine order, a loud bang exploded in the sky above Olipos. This was not part of the "divine order," leaving the attendants of the gods at a loss for what to do.

They are used to doing things step by step, and their adaptability is indeed a bit lacking.

They could only watch helplessly as the "meteorite," wreathed in golden and black light, hurtled through the storm of souls and crashed down like a vicious punch.

The Eternal Arbiter even stretched out his hand in a "blocking" motion.

But in the next instant, a "supernova storm" erupted from the scorching sun and the cold void, landing on the divine body of this supreme eternal being.

In the blinding light, one could only vaguely see a large figure delivering a stylish Ultra Kick, striking the Arbitrator squarely in the chest and sending the "big ball" on His chest flying. The subsequent burst of power shook the entire Oribos, causing the slowly rotating Eternal City to flip upside down in an instant.

"Look, there he is! He's here, he set off earlier than us but arrived later."

A familiar voice echoed among the souls being interrogated. Irele, waving excitedly as she waited in line for "customs security," shouted:
"Sir! We're here!"

"Ok?"

Diakum, who had just swiftly destroyed the Eternal Arbiter and was about to escape into the interdimensional realm amidst the chaos, suddenly turned around.

He saw Irel and Marad, who had broken free of the soul storm in the chaos, rushing towards him, and sighed inwardly. He had finally seized an opportunity to do something "bad" and satisfy his wicked desires, and now he'd been caught red-handed?
Most importantly, how did Iriel and Marlad end up here?
Even if they died by accident, they should have been resurrected immediately by the other officers of the Lightforged Chapter. How could they have been left behind and brought all the way to Olivos?
If I had arrived any later, I probably would have had to go to Maldraxxus to rescue them.

Do not!
wrong!

Marad's personality would likely lead him to be assigned to Bastion. As for Yrel, with her mind filled with "Lightforged Stars," the heinous Lightforged tyrant is better suited to the Maw and the "wicked" little hoof.

(End of this chapter)