"No, you were not wrong!"
"If it weren't for Lord Velen, the Draenei would have long since perished beneath the claws of the Burning Legion. No one will blame you."
As soon as Velen said this, everyone began urging him otherwise.
But Velen merely shook his head.
"No, wrong is wrong. Even a prophet is only mortal, and mortals all make mistakes. There is no need to make excuses for me."
Then he looked at Yrel again, his gaze growing ever gentler and more pleased.
"I also know that, as the leader of the Draenei, I have relied too heavily on prophecy. While its power has allowed me to lead the Draenei away from many crises, it has also concealed certain weaknesses and shortcomings among our people—the worst of which is that, without prophecy, I have become overly cautious.
"Fortunately, however, an outstanding younger generation has emerged among us, blazing a new path beyond those of us who came before."
As he spoke, his bright eyes remained fixed on Yrel. Clearly, he was referring to her.
"I must admit that, as a follower of the Light, I know little of the Path of Shadow and the Path of Balance. Nor can I determine whether they can truly bring new hope to the Draenei. But I believe we should give the new generation and this new path a chance."
As he said this, he looked toward the bishops around him. Every one of them watched him, awaiting his orders.
"Yrel, child, since you believe your Path of Balance can bring new hope to the Draenei, then I will give you—and our people—a chance. Of course, I still adhere to the path of the Light. I cannot gamble the fate of the entire Draenei race. But I will place a portion of