Time returned to the day the war began. Just as Daelin had seen, Velen, who had already reached the demigod tier, had broken through the encirclement of tens of thousands of Naga alone when the conflict broke out that day. But as everyone knew, the old Prophet was a genuinely kind soul, and he did not lack wisdom either. He knew what changes would come to the world after those leaders were taken away.
So, in his haste, he sent a signal to Maraad, the Vindicator leader holding Azuremyst Isle, then quietly followed the Naga through the portal into the deep sea.
After confirming that the leaders were in no immediate danger, Velen did not act rashly.
There were millions of Naga in Vashj'ir. If they attacked him en masse, even Velen, a demigod, would have to slaughter them in great numbers to escape. Brute force was not Velen's style. Moreover, the moment he entered Vashj'ir, the old Prophet sensed the darkness hidden beneath the seabed. He also noticed the Naga's abnormalities, so after a moment's hesitation, Velen followed the course of the darkness toward this trench.
"Knowing him, he's definitely looking for a way to seal this place completely right now."
Dick walked through the trench, which had been utterly corrupted by chaos. His silver Order Field completely protected both him and Azshara, who led the way ahead. Every second, silver order and primordial chaos collided, annihilating each other and throwing off sparks, like a lamp in the darkness guiding the light toward them.
"Old Velen is always like this, always shouldering responsibility, even when it's more than he can bear... That old man is risking his life! With chaos this concentrated, even a demigod must be nearing his limit after so long."
Hearing Dick's lament, Azshara could not