The Holy Light Had Truly Arrived

The teleportation platform in Theramore flashed, and Redpath arrived in the harbor city alongside Velen and Adal. The damp sea breeze and Azeroth's distinctive aura of energy washed over them, forming a stark contrast to Outland's desolate ruins.

As the mistress of this place, Jaina had long been waiting. Deren, looking relaxed as ever, stood beside her. The two stepped forward to greet them.

"I am Jaina Proudmoore. In Theramore's name, I welcome your arrival, great Prophet Velen and noble embodiment of the Holy Light, Adal." Jaina performed an elegant mage's salute, her words measured and proper. "Thank you for answering the Alliance's request and coming from so far away."

Deren also gave a slight nod, his gaze lingering on Velen for a moment longer, carrying a trace of barely noticeable scrutiny. Then he smiled. "I am Lady Proudmoore's advisor, Deren Losen. You must have had a difficult journey. I hope you enjoy Theramore's scenery."

"May the Holy Light protect you, Lady Jaina. And you as well, Mr. Deren." Velen's voice was gentle and calm. His gaze briefly met Deren's, those profound eyes seeming capable of seeing through everything while remaining utterly placid. It was impossible to tell whether he knew about that little incident in Zandalar. "It is our honor to stand alongside the beings of Azeroth."

Adal released a gentle yet majestic pulse of Holy Light, a silent greeting that made the surrounding air warm and pure.

"Naaru Adal also extends his greetings to you both," Velen explained.

Jaina returned the gesture with a mage's courtesy, while Deren smiled at the glowing "jigsaw puzzle." Adal, however, was clearly paying special attention to Deren as well. Ripples of Holy Light spread across his body.

A look of astonishment appeared on Velen's face. He looked at Deren in confusion and