Saving the Prophet Cain

"Traveler from afar, thank you for saving us from the demons." When Akara saw Yota open the door, she spoke with a respectful expression.

Yota scratched his head. "What is it, Sister Akara?"

Akara was a nun of the Blind Eye. Though blind, her senses far surpassed those of most professionals. She might even possess some ability to foresee the future.

Yota did not believe this nun had come looking for him just to chat.

Sure enough, Sister Akara immediately spoke. "Though I apologize for disturbing your rest, we truly do have something to ask of you. Andariel has been eliminated, but if we are to stand against all the Hell Demon Gods, we still lack a prophet."

"I understand that Deckard Cain is the last surviving descendant of the ancient Horadrim, and that he possesses extensive knowledge of them. He can resolve our most pressing crises at any time and would be an extremely useful ally..."

After she rambled on for a while, Yota's expression grew strange. Was she treating me like some player savior?

But as for that old man Deckard Cain...

A disaster magnet who had lived for ten thousand years. Whenever an exclamation mark appeared above his head, you knew misfortune was not far away. Full of bad ideas, he was always urging players to brave danger, hoping that "your heroism would live forever in people's hearts." It was hard not to suspect that he was a class enemy lurking among the people.

He was the very embodiment of publicly funded tourism. Players killed the bosses while old man Cain cleared the game—this had become the standard Diablo 2 formula. Even in the ending screen, all anyone could see was that punchable, ragged figure in a filthy gray robe that looked as though it had not