Velen vs. the Twins

Several days later, Outland, Zandalar Paladin camp.

Redpath received a message from Shattrath. Prophet Velen's voice was as calm and gentle as ever, yet carried an unquestionable resolve:

"The Holy Light guides us. After discussing it with Adal, I have decided that we will travel to Azeroth together to witness and assist in this purification of faith. Prepare to receive our Portal."

Redpath was shaken. He had never expected that not only a Naaru, but even the leader of the Draenei himself would come in person. He immediately replied respectfully, "As you command, Velen. Zandalar is prepared. The beacon of the Holy Light stands ready to guide your way."

Not long after the communication ended, the teleportation array at the center of the camp lit up with a radiance far brighter than usual. It was not the dim blue of arcane magic, but an utterly pure, sacred gold, accompanied by the ethereal strains of a distant hymn.

As the light faded, two figures appeared at the center of the array.

One was Adal, a Naaru whose body was formed from pure Holy Light energy, like a living crystalline holy bell. It floated silently in midair, its gentle yet vast radiance bathing the entire camp and filling every Paladin with inner peace and surging strength.

The other was Velen, a Draenei Prophet in plain robes, holding a staff, his beard white. His gaze was profound, as though it contained tens of thousands of years of wisdom and hardship.

Redpath immediately led all the Paladins forward and offered them the highest salute. "Welcome, great Adal! Welcome, Prophet Velen! Zandalar camp is deeply honored!"

Only these few Paladins had come to greet them. The other Naga had received notice long ago and hidden far away. These creatures cursed by the Old Gods feared