"Ah, it's rare to come to a new world with rich materials. Maraad, after the cold winter passes, I plan to hold a summer solstice celebration here again. Our people have not celebrated ours for more than ten years.

It’s the holidays, it’s time to re-pass on our traditions.”

"Of course that's very good."

The great defender also smiled. He looked at the gentle prophet and asked:

"I don't know if it's an illusion, Prophet, I always feel that after coming to this world, you seem to be full of confidence in it..."

"I certainly have faith in Azeroth, Maraad."

The prophet narrowed his eyes and said with emotion:

"In the past tens of thousands of years, I have never seen a scene of victory in the fragments of the future. In the continuous dark nightmare, I even lost confidence myself. We hid in Draenor and lingered.

, expecting every day to be a new hope, but that’s just self-comfort until we get here.”

"In Azeroth, Maraad, you don't see what I see, and I've seen it more than once... I've seen demons driven from the world, and I've even seen

, we set foot on the path of the stars again, but it is no longer to escape, but...but to return to our true hometown with the help of new allies, I saw it."
Chapter completed!