The Naaru M'uru

Zul'ra was somewhat unconcerned by Liadrin's extreme caution, but he was still understanding, since he felt his own identity was indeed quite sensitive. He figured he might as well wait a while.

Zul'ra watched the various parts of the Naaru constantly spinning or rotating, waiting for Liadrin to summon several Archmage and the Sin'dorei, who had studied the Naaru. She exchanged a few words with them before walking towards the Naaru's circular platform. 💲🐼 🍬🎃

As Zul'ra walked onto the circular platform, Astalor, Tae'thelan, and the Sin'dorei who had rushed over were both nervous and curious. They couldn't imagine how Zul'ra would communicate with the Naaru.

Just as the Sin'dorei masters were secretly looking on with anticipation, Zul'ra calmly walked to the foot of the Naaru and then sat down amidst the somewhat astonished gazes of the crowd.

Zul'ra sat cross-legged, adjusted her breathing, closed her eyes, and then began to regulate her mind and meditate.

Zul'ra hadn't meditated in a long time, but he had some basic knowledge, so he quickly entered a meditative state, clearing his mind of distractions and projecting his thoughts outward to connect with the Naaru floating above his head.

The moment Zul'ra made mental contact with the Naaru above her head, she felt a sudden white light before her eyes, and her eyes were blinded by countless bright lights. She closed them because she was not used to it. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a bright world, and all the light was radiating from the huge Naaru in front of her.

"You've come." A clear and melodious voice rang out. Apart from the different surroundings, the situation was similar to when he last encountered G'huun in Zandalar. Well, the Naaru's voice and attitude were also completely different. G'huun was hidden in the shadows, his ethereal words full of allure, while the Naaru in front of him was more like a monk meditating on Zen.

"Yes, I've come." Facing the enormous Naaru, Zul'ra effortlessly cleared his mind of all distractions, refraining from comparing the Naaru to G'huun, and also from thinking about anything related to time travel. This was because most of the Loa or Old God he encountered possessed the ability to read memories from people's distractions, albeit to varying degrees.

"What do you want to do?" Naaru's voice was like singing, like snow on a high peak, or like the clash of gold and jade, carrying a profound meaning that struck straight to the heart.

"You don't know what I'm going to do?" Zul'ra asked playfully, recalling the time when Liadrin had asked her for help, and she had agreed to come to Quel'Thalas.

"Now I understand." Naaru's answer did not surprise Zul'ra. He could read minds, especially in this mental world where he and Zul'ra were in direct communion. He did not need any verbal explanation to awaken awareness and directly see memories from the random thoughts that arose in Zul'ra.

"And what about you? What's your attitude?" Naaru asked again after realizing Zul'ra's purpose. He wanted to know what Zul'ra had come for, because in his memory, he hadn't seen Zul'ra agree to help the Blood Knights!

"Does my attitude matter?" Zul'ra asked indifferently.

"That's not important. What matters is my attitude. But I'd like to know, what brings you here? Are you here to lobby for them?"

"Of course not. I came here to see you. What about you?" Zul'ra shook his head. Helping the Blood Knights wasn't the right thing to do. He was mainly here for the Naaru.

"I..." Naaru's voice hesitated slightly. In that moment of hesitation, Zul'ra felt the scene before her suddenly change, and she was drawn into a picture.

In the silent hall, Zul'ra saw a humanoid creature walking towards her. This humanoid creature had deep wrinkles on its forehead, as if its skull was naturally different from that of humans. There were also bright runes between its eyebrows. Its skin was purple-blue, its eyes were silver-white, and it had blue fleshy whiskers on its chin. It wore a complicated long robe, and its white hair was combed back. It held a string of prayer beads in its hand and spoke directly.

→

"M'uru, we need to evacuate." Although the speaker's language was unfamiliar, Zul'ra heard it clearly because it was Naaru's memory named M'uru, and he was currently using M'uru's perspective, sharing a memory unit with M'uru. Language was no longer a barrier in this situation, and he could even tell that the person in front of him was called Velen.

"No, I cannot leave, Velen, I have foreseen my fate." Naaru's voice rang out naturally, and Zul'ra simply listened quietly.

"So, you want to..." Velen's silvery-white eyes widened in surprise, somewhat incredulous.

"Yes, I have decided to accept this fate. They are a race that can be redeemed, and they can contribute in the fight against the Legion. I have foreseen this from the Light." M'uru made his choice, and then the sounds of battle cries rang out.

"Archbishop, we have to go. The butchers have broken in." The whole room was shaking. Amid the shouts outside, Velen bowed and then turned and left. Zul'ra could see a fleshy, long blue tail trailing behind his robe.

Immediately after Velen's departure, Zul'ra felt the scene shift again. This time, M'uru was no longer in the original room, but on a magical platform. Several magical rays crisscrossed, trapping him on the platform. These magical rays were controlled by Sin'dorei mage whose eyes glowed green.

Zul'ra was using a first-person perspective, that is, M'uru's perspective, and he shared M'uru's feelings and psychology. He was prepared to face his fate and desperately tried to communicate with those creatures, that is, the Sin'dorei. However, the Sin'dorei rudely and savagely trapped him and forcibly pulled the Light from his body.

M'uru left the spaceship, but continued to be exploited, and began to weaken. He tried to communicate with the creatures while they were absorbing the Light, but their hearts were too fragile, and they had suffered a great calamity, but that was not a reason for them to exploit him for the Light.

Zul'ra carefully considered M'uru's inner thoughts. This sacred being harbored both the sacredness of fulfilling his destiny and compassion for the Sin'dorei, as well as resentment towards Sin'dorei for their rude and barbaric exploitation of his the Light. In this complex state of mind, he endured constant torment and grew weaker with each passing moment.

"How is it?" Just as Zul'ra was carefully experiencing M'uru's inner thoughts, the scene had stopped at some point, and M'uru's question came.

"What is the destiny you foresee? To Consecration yourself to redeeming all of Sin'dorei?" Zul'ra opened her eyes and asked M'uru before her.

"Yes, I saw it. This is my destiny, but I hesitated." M'uru was very rational. He did not make excuses for himself. He resented the Sin'dorei's brutality towards him, and therefore had some doubts about the foreseen destiny. Although not great, they were not nonexistent. He was unwilling to Consecration his life to the Sin'dorei, who had tormented him.

"Actually, what I care more about is why the Sin'dorei need redemption?" Zul'ra scratched his nose. Redemption—the word sounds noble, but how to put it? In the eyes of people like him, no one should redeem anyone, and no one must be redeemed!

"If they follow their predetermined fate, they will eventually side with the Legion and become executioners who destroy everything." M'uru gave a very honest answer; his salvation was to save the Sin'dorei from this fate by Consecration himself.

Thank you for being here, I am a big bomber for the reward, thank you for your support.