With Velen's support, everything that followed became much simpler.
His prestige among the Draenei was unmatched, and he was not actually foolish. With the Naaru's deaths now a foregone conclusion, he first contacted the previous opposition—the technicians—and immediately regained their support.
Akama's shaman forces were loyal to Velen. Their new allies had killed the Naaru, but what did that have to do with those who believed in the Elemental Spirits?
The Vindicators included both warriors and Paladins. A small internal conflict broke out within their ranks, but in the end, those knights whose faith had collapsed and who had lost the Holy Light also knelt beneath Yrel's wings of light.
Velen was next planning to convene a general assembly, publicly expose the Naaru's deception, deliver a speech using the draft Deathstroke had written, and pave the way for Yrel while he was at it.
Meanwhile, Su Ming was preparing to take the little hoofed girl to kill Ner'zhul. After all, he had promised her that long ago.
He had originally intended to deal with that orc shaman in order to bring about the Lich King's birth. Now he could also earn the Draenei's gratitude while he was at it. Why not? The greater Yrel's achievements, the sooner she would become the Draenei leader.
No, soon there would be no more Draenei—only Eredar. This was called setting things right.
The Cloak of Levitation put the unfinished food back into the Sorcerer Supreme's pouch and had him keep it safe. Then the group flew westward toward Shadowmoon Valley.
Following the deep trench Deathstroke had punched into the ground, they could see glittering, glass-like oxides below, along with all manner of broken enemy corpses.
Yrel was clearly in a much better mood. She had changed out of her cloth clothes and into a