Marching into Draenor

"But there's something I must make clear to you." Just as Noah was feeling most speechless, the system suddenly spoke again.

Noah found it rather strange. The system had just gone on about how it didn't think much of an idiot like him, and now it had turned around and realized it hadn't finished what it wanted to say?

It left Noah somewhat baffled, but he honestly waited for the system to finish what it had to say.

After all, it would benefit him. And Noah himself admitted that the system was right—he really couldn't behave the way believers were supposed to.

"Go on, what is it?" Noah sighed helplessly. "If you want to keep putting me down, forget it. I know what I'm like. As a mage, I can't make myself act like one of those devout believers."

"No, I wasn't planning to criticize you." The system's mechanical voice rang out again. "I was going to tell you that I seem to have found a Naaru—The thing made up of those seven panels."

"You found a Naaru?" Noah froze. What use was finding one of those things at this point in time?

The Naaru were sentient energy beings that seemed to command both Holy Light and shadow.

Noah vaguely remembered that when their Holy Light was completely exhausted, they would transform into Dark Naaru and restore their power by absorbing souls.

It could be said that they were also beings that combined light and darkness. Of course, that wasn't the important part. What mattered was that those seven-piece puzzles had complete mastery over the power of the Holy Light. That was what Noah cared about most.

But Noah soon frowned again. He couldn't be sure what state that Naaru was currently in.

More importantly, Noah could barely remember where