"An oracle from Lady K'ara?!"
Maladaar's words left Velen and the others rather baffled.
Had K'ara started dabbling in this mystical nonsense too?
Having lived alongside the Naaru for so long, Velen knew their traits very well. The Naaru were indeed an immensely powerful race, with tremendous command over the Holy Light.
But the Naaru had never possessed a talent for "prophecy."
Or rather, aside from a few wise ones among the Naaru, the rest did not know the tricks of prophecy.
At the very least, Velen had never seen K'ara display such an ability.
Then again, even if K'ara had learned how to step beyond the river of fate and observe fragments of destiny, prophecy was too vague and ethereal. She could not possibly see whatever she wanted, much less use it for something like this.
Velen raised his doubts with Maladaar, only to receive a baffling reply.
"Because the holy K'ara connects our wills."
That reminded Velen of something he often said while leading prayers: "The Holy Light connects your heart and mine."
At its core, that was merely a somewhat exaggerated figure of speech, a stock phrase.
So wasn't that the same as giving no answer at all?!
Faced with such a perfunctory response, Akama could not hold back from pressing further, but Maladaar merely brushed him off, saying that they would understand once they saw K'ara.
Thus, with Akama leading the way, the group headed deeper into Auchindoun.
Along the way, Velen observed the current state of Auchindoun.
As the leader of the Draenei, he visited this city of tombs once every ten years to preside over memorial rites for the deceased heroes and forebears of the Draenei.
It had already been several years since his last visit to Auchindoun 367.
For a long-lived race like