When Diakum returned to High Heavens, the ninety-nine holy bells of that radiant paradise rang in unison, welcoming and praising the victorious return of the High Heaven Master. The brilliance of High Heavens also turned into rainbow-like curtains that drifted down, as though to wash away the dust of Diakum's journey.
The extravagant ceremony made the Vigilant grimace.
He was truly a very low-key Warrior of Light. If he had a choice, he would not want such an exaggerated spectacle every time he returned home from a trip.
But there was no helping it.
His life rank had reached this point. His status, suspended high above the heavens, naturally caused every movement he made to resonate with the Forces.
If he wanted to travel incognito in the future, he could not go in his divine body. He could only use concealed means like a Faith Incarnation. Fortunately, Diakum did not have much left to worry about now.
Once the Burning Legion's defeat on Azeroth had been secured, and once the suns of the universe had been ignited, Diakum would have only one final duty left to complete in this sea of stars.
The matter that every Eredar dreamed of.
Reclaiming their homeland!
This was the final step of his "main quest." Once he completed it, Dick's journey through Azeroth's sea of stars would temporarily come to an end. Perhaps because his long journey was nearing its conclusion, Diakum had awakened some "strange things."
Over the past few days, every time he meditated and prayed, his consciousness sensed something strange.
It was as if a group of people were talking beside him.
A group he could not see, yet who truly existed. They even commented on some of his actions, buzzing like a swarm of flies. It was incredibly annoying.
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