Velen hurried back to his home. Along the way, he encountered many Eredar who greeted him, but he merely returned their greetings in haste and continued rushing home. Seeing how hurried he was, the surrounding Eredar civilians all praised him.
"The Prophet is as busy as ever."
"Indeed. As expected of the Prophet, working so tirelessly every day."
"We need to work hard too!"
"Yeah! Let's do it!"
Ignoring the civilians' misplaced praise, Velen rushed all the way home. When he entered, he saw his wife, Nuri, saying something to their son. Seeing her husband return, Nuri went up to him and said,
"Dear, why are you home so early today? I was just teaching this brat a lesson. You have no idea what he did today..."
"Archimonde already told me. Nuri, go ahead and punish him. This time, he really went too far! I have some matters to attend to, so try not to disturb me," Velen replied hurriedly before entering his room, completely missing the look of despair on his son's face behind him.
Back in his room, he removed Soul of the Song from around his neck, and the voice within immediately spoke.
"Uh, poor little fellow. Let's hope he doesn't get beaten too badly... Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Sir, who exactly are you? Or rather, what are you?" Velen asked the necklace with a grave expression.
"Hey, why so serious? I just wanted to play a game with you..." Seeing that Velen remained stern, the voice reluctantly said, "Fine, fine. What a humorless guy. I won't joke around with you anymore. But you'd better not speak so loudly. You can try communicating with me through your soul, unless you want people to see you talking to yourself and mistake you for a madman."
"Finding a strange fellow