[Compassionate Tonatiuh]

Amid the mocking, wary, disgusted, and even eager gazes of the other Gurubashi Trolls, Jin'do was filled with terror as he walked out of the temple.

The hexer was utterly distracted. He could no longer even feel the torrential rain battering his body.

His mind was still replaying the words the God-King had spoken atop the temple moments ago:

"I want you to leave this place. Leave Stranglethorn Vale. Go to the swamps, to the temple the Green Dragonflight sank beneath the waters, and bring your tribe back to Stranglethorn Vale."

Jin'do remembered that when he had first heard those words, his legs had gone so weak that he had nearly fallen to his knees!

At the time, there had been only one thought in the hexer's mind: It's over! It's over! He knows! I'm finished!

Yet the God-King had shown no intention of killing him. His following words gradually made Jin'do's trembling legs less weak.

"Go and tell your people. Tell those pitiful trolls that you were all deceived. Hakkar deceived every one of you. I do not blame you. But now I will tell you this: in my eyes, Hakkar is nothing more than a little bug."

"In my eyes, both the Atal'ai and the Hakkari are pitiful trolls. You were no different from the other Gurubashi. You were merely deceived by a little bug from another world. Now that the Empire has been rebuilt, return to your rightful place. Return to the Empire."

"Jin'do, I grant you power. I grant you the authority to rule the Atal'ai and the Hakkari. You will take my blessings and my power, bring your people out of that dark underwater temple, and let them bask in the light once more."

"Go, Jin'do. Whether the Atal'ai and Hakkari can continue to exist