26 Blind Hunters Always Take the Wrong Path, but Good Hunters Always Know How to End Things with Dignity [2950]

(Bonus chapter for brother Sakurababy [4/5])

Karabor, awakened from darkness by the Holy Light, spun and sang atop Karabor Temple's grand preaching dais.

Though it had only just returned to the radiance and was still weak, it could hardly wait to share with its children the Holy Light Doctrine it had come to understand after undergoing the Shadow Trial.

The older priests and vindicators seemed to have returned to the days of exile.

As they had meditated aboard the Genedar, they sat in a circle around Karabor, comprehending the true meaning of the Holy Light amid its ethereal song. The younger Draenei followed their elders' example and took their seats around the heavily damaged dais.

Perhaps this was their first time listening to a Naaru preach, but the Holy Light symbiosis rooted in their blood gave them an indescribable sense of reliance on the sacred crystal-forged being before them.

Within that light, they felt utterly at ease.

Karabor Temple, having only just escaped catastrophe, had yet to restore order, but citizens were already arriving with their families. At this hour of dawn, they wanted to behold the Naaru's radiance and soothe hearts that had been empty for over two hundred years.

Resolute warriors did not need tangible symbols to forge guidance from their faith, but civilians could not be held to a warrior's standards. For people incapable of protecting themselves, a visible, tangible guardian of light gave them a greater sense of security and happiness.

The Naaru were precisely such symbols!

Especially for the Draenei, nothing could satisfy their hearts more than walking alongside the Naaru.

"Our people have changed."

As the empowered state of Hand of Fate ended, Dick fell into weakness. Yet this weakness was not unpleasant. On the contrary, it brought the comfort of having all pressure