The Old Prophet's Final Words of Sacrifice

(Additional chapter due to word count changes [2/5])

Eredath received a summons from his father.

He was still busy on Azeroth with the formation of the "Light Weaver Clan," but the letter from his father made the young man who followed the Vigilant along the Path of Light and Shadow sense that something was terribly wrong. He hurriedly bid Lelan farewell and boarded a shuttle for Draenor.

But when Eredath arrived in Shattrath City, he unexpectedly found Lelan, Yrel, Maraad, and Nubodon already waiting there.

The other four of the Five Greats clearly had no intention of letting Eredath bear the weight of fate alone. They had gone straight to Lady Aegwynn and used the Staff of Sargeras to arrive ahead of him.

This was what brothers and sisters should do for one another.

"The Great Prophet isn't in Shattrath City. He's in Auchindoun."

Maraad carried the Sunstrider Warhammer on his back. Though it no longer blazed with holy flame, it was still a true Cosmic Artifact. Great Uncle stepped forward and said to Eredath in a low voice:

"Don't panic yet. I asked General Tila Saran. He told me that while the Great Prophet hasn't recovered from his injuries, his condition hasn't suddenly worsened to the point where he needs last rites.

"He went to Auchindoun with Grand Executor Hutton and Ms. Vilara. They're probably conducting some kind of ritual there.

"Calling you here may simply be to tell you some other things."

"Stop trying to comfort him blindly. Let's go to Auchindoun and see what's happening first."

Yrel tugged on Great Uncle's arm and whispered:

"We've been on Azeroth lately, but when I came back, I happened to run into Dena, the big merchant from our village, who was heading out to buy supplies. After chatting with her