As evening fell, the setting sun painted the sky red, and the fishermen returned in their small boats, showing off their day's catch.
Since the attack by the Focusing Iris, the ruins of Theramore have been filled with eerie phenomena. Ghosts wander among the broken walls and rubble, unknown Void Creatures occasionally open their eyes, and chaotic Earth Elementals occasionally emerge from the ground, clashing with volatile Water Elementals.
The waters around Theramore are also turbulent, with hordes of merfolk, Lobstrok Murloc always like to hide in the shadows, and Hydra in the deep sea constantly threatening the safety of the fishermen.
"It's much better than during Jaina's reign."
The fishermen living here are mostly remnants of Kul Tiras's army, as well as bankrupt Gnome merchants and Dwarf miners from the Barrens. Whenever the dark period of Jaina's reign is mentioned, everyone's face turns grim. In that era, no one dared to go out to sea to fish; if caught, they would be sent to Orgrimmar to serve as Orcs rations.
Fortunately, Orgrimmar has been destroyed, and that land has become a forbidden zone for life, inhabited by two terrifying beasts as large as mountains.
The number of Tauren in Mulgore is recovering, but the Centaurs and Quilboars in the Barrens are multiplying rapidly and gradually becoming a menace to the region.
Overall, life is much better than before without the Orcs; even the spiders and crocodiles in the swamp are not so ferocious anymore.
Several fishermen sailed their small boats through the ruins of Theramore. Occasionally, daring adventurers would venture into the ruins, hoping to find Jaina's treasured spellbook or unearth some treasure.
Legendary that Saurfang the Great used the Scarab Wall scam to swindle a vast Wealth, enough to buy the entire Stormwind City, which is hidden somewhere in Theramore.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the sky, shining brightly against the night sky.
The sky grew brighter and brighter, as if a small sun had appeared. A Gale wind arose from the ruins of Theramore, sweeping outwards from the Gale spot. Large amounts of dust were thrown into the air, the sea surged violently, and waves churned. A fishing boat capsized.
The fishermen stared in disbelief, while several Dwarf believed in the Holy Light knelt devoutly on the boat in prayer.
The light shot straight into the sky, as if the sky had cracked open, and a golden portal appeared out of thin air, slowly falling into the crater at the center of the Theramore explosion. The base of the portal shone with an incomparably bright golden Holy Light, melting the surrounding stones and soil, and firmly welding it to the base.
"My God, has the Holy Light's Heaven descended?"
A Dwarf cried out in surprise.
This portal was only three stories high, much smaller than the Dark Portal. In the center of the portal, a golden vortex slowly rotated, its destination unknown.
After a long while, the vortex stopped spinning, and a tall figure bathed in golden Holy Light stepped through the Portal.
The Prophet Velen gazed at the shores of Theramore, inhaling the fresh scent of the sea, and felt a slight sense of intoxication:
"Azeroth, I'm back, people of Exodar. How are you? Have you missed me?"
Velen's eyes gleamed with golden light as he spotted several fishing boats on the shore and the dumbfounded fishermen.
"He is the Prophet Velen!" exclaimed a Dwarf.
Velen smiled faintly, and a bright Holy Light appeared beneath his feet. He used Flash of Light to cross thousands of meters of sea surface and arrived near the fishing boat, standing on the sea surface with his feet on the Holy Light.
"Tell me, how are the Draenei of Exodar?" Velen's voice held an air of authority.
A Dwarf stammered, "The great Prophet Velen, the Draenei, they, they've disappeared."
"Missing? What happened?" the Prophet Velen asked in confusion.
A human cautiously said, "Great Prophet, it is said that you invaded Argus World to resist the Burning Legion. A young Draenei named Rakeesh claimed to be your son and succeeded to the position of Draenei leader. After that, nothing was known. The Draenei of Exodar disappeared overnight. Adventurers found a few Naaru Shard and sold them for a high price."
The Prophet Velen fell into thought.
Velen himself led the Draenei to join the Army of the Light, but entrusted his only son, Rakeesh, to Kil'jaeden, who appointed him as a high-ranking officer in the Burning Legion.
This was a brilliant move by Velen, which could be said to have left himself a way out.
Velen smiled with relief, "I see. To resist the Burning Legion, Rakeesh led the Draenei into Argus World."
The fishermen believed him without question, and a Gnome asked in a shrill voice, "Great Prophet, what is the situation at Argus? Will the Burning Legion return?"
Velen laughed loudly, "Haha, the Burning Legion is a bunch of useless trash! We have already conquered the three continents of Krokuun, Antoran Wastes, Mac'Aree, stormed into the Antorus, the Burning Throne, successfully rescued Argus's World Soul, and dragged Sargeras back to the Seat of the Pantheon, imprisoning him forever. The Burning Crusade is over."
"Wow, wow, that's amazing!"
The fishermen gasped in surprise, their faces lighting up with joy and shouts of excitement.
Velen pointed to the golden portal and proclaimed, "Now go and tell everyone that this Holy Light's Gate leads to the Draenor World. Draenor has now become a kingdom of Holy Light, a magnificent paradise. The Naaru welcome devout believers home."
A Holy Light's Gate appeared in Theramore, Prophet Velen returned; the news spread like wildfire Azeroth.
The first to receive the news were the Quilboars and Centaurs of the Barrens, and the Quilboar leader, Carl Thornrib, personally hosted a banquet for Velen.
During the gathering, Velen loudly praised the Holy Light, depicting a peaceful Draenor World. With the help of the Holy Light, the Draenei, Ogres, Orcs, Arakkoa, Gronn, and others put aside their prejudices and lived happily together, striving to build a better home.
"As long as we share the same faith, our hearts will always be together."
Prophet Velen solemnly declared, "Bathed in the Holy Light, we are no longer divided by race, and we have laid down our former hatred. The Holy Light has brought peace to our hearts, and there is no more bloodshed or strife; the Holy Light has made us love one another, as close as family; the Holy Light has made us let go of prejudice, learn tolerance and forbearance, and embrace one another. I see excellent qualities in the Quilboar: humility, harmony, and though they are in the mud, their hearts are turned towards the light. You are destined to be believers of the Holy Light."
Carl Thornrib was deeply moved after hearing this, and said in a hoarse voice:
"The Quilboar have had enough of suffering and strife. By Agamaggan above, he surely wishes to see us receive the Holy Light. I only have one small request."
Velen waved his hand and said, "Say it freely, as long as it's within my power."
Carl blushed and said shyly:
"Thirty years ago, I was voted the most beautiful woman among the Quilboar. Because I devoted myself to serving Agamaggan, I never had a good match. Agamaggan told me that my ideal man would come riding on golden light. Prophet Velen, you are the one foretold. Although you are older than me, I really don't mind."
"I mind a lot, okay?"
Velen was so frightened he almost jumped up, barely suppressing the urge to tear Carl to pieces, and tried to soften his tone:
"I swore before the Holy Light that I would serve Holy Light wholeheartedly and have no time for anything else. I am sorry, I dare not break my promise."