General Tirasalan's eyes widened. He took a step forward and asked excitedly:

"Honorable Adal, do you have a way to contact Argus?"

"No, no, no, I didn't."

Adar chuckled:

"I can't promise you anything, but Tirasalan, I can tell you that Azeroth is the closest station to Argus. If you can find the road to Argus among the stars, then it will be inevitable.

It's in Azeroth, not Draenor, do you understand?"

"Go and take your brave soldiers to join that great war instead of wasting your life in this world... There you will find everything you desire..."

"And I, I will go with you to that strange and great world. Just as you long to return to Argus, we Naaru also long to return to the Holy Light where we were born...there,

It’s not the focus, it’s the starting point, the starting point of all hope..."

"I saw that future, I saw that war, it was our last battle and we couldn't miss it."

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When General Tirasalan left the Hall of Holy Light, his mood was not high.

The revelation given to him by Naru'adal was vague, mixed with a hint of uneasiness. The Broken Setting Sun despised Prophet Velen's escape and cowardice, but these warriors have now reached a crossroads that determines their fate. As the leader of the Broken Setting Sun,

General Razalan must think seriously... what he carries on his shoulders is the future of the entire Chapter.

And just when the general reached the edge of the city's second-floor platform, a hoarse voice called him from behind:

"Hey, Tirasalan."

The general turned around and saw Haveli leaning on the pillar. The woman, who was full of doubts and fog, was holding a wine glass in her hand. She looked at Thirasalan and shook the wine glass in her hand:
Chapter completed!