Zandalar, Central Plaza.
Today was the day Alleria returned.
Shattrath had already sent word that she had returned from the Twisting Nether.
Because time flowed at different rates, only a little over a decade had passed here, while Alleria had spent over a thousand years fighting in the Twisting Nether.
The Paladins from Stormwind City stood in neat ranks, welcoming the return of the hero they had always admired. Every one of them had seen the statues in Valley of Heroes outside the city gates.
Now that they were about to see a real, living hero return, their excitement was beyond words.
Deren and Jaina stood to one side as well, waiting for that sacred moment.
"I wonder whether Alleria still remembers Kul Tiras. Father attended the conference where the Alliance was founded," Jaina said quietly to Deren.
"High Elves live long lives. She is still the Ranger General who hated evil with a passion," Deren replied.
"I wonder what she will think of Azeroth now. The Alliance is stronger and more united than ever, while the Orcs are at the end of their rope," Jaina said with a hint of pride.
"Of course she will be happy. Peace in this world has been protected. She fought far from home precisely to protect Quel'Thalas and Azeroth," Deren said softly.
As the two chatted to steady their nerves, the plaza gradually lit up. More and more Holy Light emerged from the Void—first a few points, then spreading into a vast expanse. The light grew brighter and brighter, as if it had become an ocean of Holy Light. Then, a pitch-black figure appeared within it, like a missing piece in that sea of radiance.
"A wanderer of the Void, I have completed my task and transported you to the designated location." Velen's