Dark Star was satisfied with Velen's performance and had no doubts.
Having absorbed Ner'zhul's memories and experiences, Dark Star's character has matured, especially after his failed attempt to win over Rulkan, which made Dark Star more sophisticated. He felt he had truly seen through Velen.
"Velen, you haven't disappointed me. You just need to protect me from the side; I don't want anyone disturbing me. Haha, when Ner'zhul inherited the chieftainship of the Shadowmoon Clan, the previous chieftain told him that as long as Velen remained the leader of the Draenei, the Draenei would only be docile little lambs."
Velen remained silent. The Dark Star had given him hope, and he harbored even greater ambitions. He stood up and stood docilely by his side, his eyes gleaming as he watched for any movement around him.
Standing atop the Lightfall Altar, the Dark Star gripped the Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls, gazing at the black pillar of light reaching towards the sky, and laughed triumphantly, "The day is finally approaching! The Dark Star's consciousness is about to return! I have finally become a god of Draenor! I can already feel the Dark Star's incomparably powerful Shadow Energy!"
At this moment, Yrel, who was hiding behind the Shadow Veil, became anxious and was about to step forward to stop them, but Robbie held her back firmly.
"Why stop me? Are you just going to watch the Dark Star descend and destroy the Draenei?" Yrel struggled and asked in a low voice.
"Everything was prepared; he can't succeed," Robbie explained quietly.
Yrel looked puzzled, and Vanessa beside her nodded, forcing her to believe it.
As if Robbie's prophecy had come true, the Shadowmoon Staff of Ten Thousand Souls in the Dark Star's hand suddenly shattered.
Such a meticulous spellcasting allowed no room for carelessness Shadowmoon Staff of Ten Thousand Souls shattered, and the immense backlash nearly destroyed the Dark Star's form, leaving its body badly damaged and seemingly on the verge of dissipating.
"No, no, how could this be? This is impossible!" The consciousness of the Dark Star roared in unwilling anger, "The Shadowmoon Staff of Ten Thousand Souls was a fake! When was it switched? Who did it?"
The Dark Star, as if driven mad, his form shattered. His days were numbered, and he could fall at any moment. His consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him. He looked at the stunned Velen beside him:
"Prophet Velen, so that's how it is. It was all your conspiracy. You secretly switched the Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls."
Velen, who had been diligently keeping watch, was bewildered. The shattering of the Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls had greatly surprised him. Faced with Dark Star's questioning, Velen looked innocently at Dark Star and loudly protested:
"No, that's not how it is! What did I do? Why was the Shadowmoon Staff of Ten Thousand Souls switched? I know nothing! Listen to me, we still have a chance!"
"Haha! Well done, Velen! Even now, you're still putting on an act with me. I really misjudged you."
The Dark Star laughed maniacally, believing he understood everything, and pointed at Velen, shouting:
"It was you, Velen. You and your disciple Yrel put on a good show. You deliberately defected from the Draenei, pretending to harbor resentment towards Draenei and joining Ner'zhul, claiming to take back everything that belonged to you. In reality, your true purpose was to prevent Ner'zhul from summoning the Dark Star. I should have suspected it long ago, but unfortunately, I trusted Ner'zhul's judgment too much. Only you had the opportunity to switch the Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls."
"I'm innocent!" Velen said bitterly, taking a step forward, spreading his hands, and vehemently protesting:
"Listen to me, Dark Star, your speculation is baseless. If I wanted to stop Ner'zhul from summoning the Dark Star, I only needed to cooperate with the Alliance. The Shadowmoon Clan is no match for the Alliance; why pay such a high price!"
"This!" Dark Star seemed to be persuaded.
Seeing that Dark Star believed him, Velen breathed a long sigh of relief and hurriedly said:
"The Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls is destroyed, but this is not the end. You must believe me. No one understands the Naaru better than me. I will use the Power of the Holy Light to repair your damaged body. Your consciousness and form will not dissipate for the time being. Leave everything to me. I will successfully send your consciousness into the Dark Star. You must believe in my knowledge and power."
"Velen, I'll believe you this once, if you're trying to deceive me." Dark Star felt himself about to dissipate, and had no choice but to believe Velen.
"Deceiving you will do me no good. You and I only have this one chance." Velen's expression was solemn.
Dark Star nodded; he had no choice but to trust Velen.
Just then, Vanessa secretly touched Yrel's buttocks and pinched it hard.
Yrel let out a scream, turned around and glared at Robbie. Robbie secretly glanced at Vanessa, who was pretending not to know anything, and could only lower his head helplessly, silently taking the blame.
What was that sound?
Dark Star hesitated for a moment, recalling the scream he had just heard.
"I remember now, this is your apprentice Yrel. She's nearby. Hahaha, Velen, I almost fell for your trick again. You are a great Prophet, the strongest among the Draenei. How could Yrel escape your senses? Velen, I will never trust you again."
Velen realized he had been wronged again. He had also heard Yrel's cry and was puzzled. Although Yrel was talented, she was still too young. Although they had a master-disciple relationship, it was only because Velen was worried about Yrel and kept her by his side to monitor her at all times; he had not taught her his true power.
"Listen to me, damn it." Even someone as wise as Velen didn't know how to explain it.
"I finally understand. Your true goal is to seize the power of the Dark Star. That's why you refuse to cooperate with the Alliance. There are too many ambitious people in the Alliance, and they will never allow you to control the Dark Star."
Dark Star felt he had seen the truth. His form was collapsing; he wouldn't live much longer. He hated Velen for deceiving him. "Despicable Velen, fall into darkness with me!"
The consciousness of the Dark Star issued its final command. Although it could not return to its Dark Star form in the sky, it was able to summon a portion of its power.
Suddenly, a black demonic claw emerged from the dark pillar of light and gripped the Prophet Velen tightly.
A powerful Power of the Holy Light erupted from Velen's body to fight against the black claws. At this moment, the consciousness of the Dark Star had shattered, and this dark consciousness that had grown under Ner'zhul finally dissipated, but the commands it conveyed did not cease.
As Prophet of the Draenei, Velen's strength accumulated over tens of thousands of years was immense. He gradually broke free from the black claws' restraints and was on the verge of gaining freedom.
Just then, Yrel suddenly jumped up and kicked Velen.
Velen was prepared; he opened his eyes and unleashed a powerful Power of the Holy Light toward Yrel.
The powerful Power of the Holy Light Yrel to tumble repeatedly, causing her to fall to the ground, unable to get up, spitting blood, but the light on her hooves had already flown away.
This was Yrel's signature skill, the Hoof of Justice, which struck Velen squarely on the head, stunning him for a fleeting moment. Although the time was very short, it interrupted Velen's spellcasting.
The black claws immediately tightened their grip.
"No!"
Velen let out a scream as Holy Light erupted within him, but even his final struggle was futile.
In his final moments, everything from the past flashed before his eyes.
It is said that before death, everyone will see all their life experiences in a flashback.
Velen felt as if he had returned to the ancient Argus Planet and seen his old friends, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden.