The female defender's hands were stained with blood. In front of her eyes, the prophet was attacked by the power of death. He would not die, but he would become weak. Death would prevent the Holy Light from healing his wounds. They were not fatal, but

But it will make the next battle more interesting.

"My name is Vihari!"

Vihari watched the prophet half-kneeling on the ground in pain. She moved her hands burned by the holy light, and used her fingers stained with blood to lift Velen's face. She looked at the prophet and said softly:

"I come from the ruins of Taymor, my name is revenge, my name is hatred. In the prophet's desperate years, I imagined today countless times, but this is not the end of your fate. I have no right to judge you. However, I will act as

The audience, as a representative, watches your end."

"The hundreds of thousands of undead souls in Taimoor are watching you and me from the sky. Those warriors who still believe in you in despair but cannot be saved by you until their death. Those warriors who have not surrendered in hell, listen.

, they howled, they were unwilling to let you die so easily."

"We have entered the tomb and will be reborn in three days, like a boat floating down the river."

Vihari grabbed the prophet's collar and dragged him to the edge of the three-story platform. As the prophet groaned in pain, the female guard silently recited the Draenei's prayer to commemorate the dead souls. Between a long sigh, she was stabbed.

The injured prophet was pushed down from the edge of the third-floor platform by Vihari. Under Viren's painful gaze, Vihari, who was standing on the edge of the platform like a sculpture, looked at him indifferently as he fell below.

In the dark.

And the voice that echoed in his ears was like the chanting of all spirits

"You are also drifting in the long river of time, eventually"

"Through the Darkness"

"Come and receive ours"
Chapter completed!