Parallel world of Draenor, Talador, Auchindoun.
"This can't go on. We have to find a breakthrough, or if this continues, we'll all be dragged to our deaths here."
Within magnificent, resplendent Auchindoun, the former peace and tranquility had long since vanished. The Soulbinders and vindicators had become incomparably busy because of this defensive war.
Turalyon stared at the large map of Talador before her, frowning as she spoke to her companion beside her.
"I heard Yrel's Lightforged Judgement Army suffered a defeat in Nagrand, and Shadowmoon Valley was attacked by the Horde naval fleet as well. I hope that makes that idiot understand that the Holy Light isn't invincible."
Nia Mi waved her staff, and the Draenei souls surrounding her rose into the air one after another. They then swiftly dived downward into the bottomless circular pit at the heart of Auchindoun. It was the Draenei holy ground, the Well of Souls, where countless ancestral souls slept in peace.
The two Draenei girls were currently considered the leaders of all Soulbinders. Among all Soulbinder Priests, the two of them were the most capable.
Turalyon was proficient in the powers of Holy and Discipline, and she wielded those two priest specializations with unmatched ease.
Nia Mi, meanwhile, leaned toward Discipline and Shadow.
The Soulbinders' unique dual-specialization advantage meant their numbers were destined to remain small. Every Soulbinder was an immensely precious asset to the Draenei, and the resources required to train one were countless times greater than those needed for an ordinary priest.
At that moment, Turalyon suddenly furrowed her brow. A hazy psychic vision abruptly appeared in her mind.
It was herself, yet not herself.
The Turalyon in the vision held an S-shaped long dagger, with an eyeball containing obvious shadow power embedded in its center.
The eyeball blinked at