"You all saw what just happened."
Looking at the eager Draenei before her, Yrel gathered her thoughts slightly before speaking.
"You guessed correctly. What we just saw was the great Naaru, one of the emissaries of the Holy Light that once helped us escape Argus. This one's name is K'ure."
The moment she spoke that name, several people immediately wore expressions of recognition. Clearly, they could not have been more familiar with the name K'ure.
After all, K'ure had been their great benefactor, helping the Draenei escape the clutches of the Burning Legion.
Next, Yrel told them that K'ure had indeed chosen her as the Naaru's representative for communication, just as they had chosen Velen ten thousand years ago.
She then told them the truth concealed by the Council of Bishops—about Oshu'gun and the crash of the Genedar long ago.
Back then, because the Orcs had regarded Oshu'gun as a holy site, Velen had chosen to conceal the truth in order to avoid conflict between the Draenei and the Orcs. But now, the truth was finally laid bare before the Draenei.
Many of these Draenei had personally lived through those events and could corroborate Yrel's account, so they immediately believed her words.
Then, Yrel turned to the subject the Draenei cared about most.
She extended both hands and spread her palms before her.
In her left hand, golden Holy Light bloomed like a flower. At the same time, a black lotus of shadow appeared in her right hand.
"That... really is the power of shadow!"
"Lady Yrel can actually wield both kinds of energy at once!"
"This is unbelievable..."
The sight was simply too incredible for the Draenei, and they cried out in astonishment.
Tens of thousands of years of ingrained beliefs had taught them to see shadow as absolute