Even wounded by the starship's explosion and left unable to move, Rakeesh endured the pain coursing through his body and could still remember that day twenty-five thousand years ago... the longest day on Argus.
"...Only recently, we received definite contact from beyond our world... and this fact..."
Kil'jaeden's voice echoed through the holographic projection at Argus Awakener Academy. It was Midsummer's Day, the oldest celebration in the entire World of Argus. All the students and mentors filled the academy square, everyone waiting for the Triumvirate to make that historic declaration.
That was the day Sargeras descended, the day Velen fled with the exiles, the day his father abandoned his wife and child and fled in panic.
"On the day with the longest daylight of the year, go to this world's oldest peak... and wait."
Rakeesh remembered clearly that, before his father prepared that audacious "prison break," he had repeatedly impressed those words upon him. As the great Prophet Velen's only son, he knew what his father was doing, and back then, he understood his father's actions.
Power in the World of Argus had already been seized by the other two members of the Triumvirate, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde. They were undertaking a dangerous experiment. Velen had repeatedly tried to stop them, but he had failed.
Especially after Archimonde entered the Triumvirate by betraying his mentor, Thal'kiel-a once-great Awakener of the Argus civilization, yet also the first powerful mage among the Draenei to answer Sargeras's call-he and Kil'jaeden had joined forces, nearly driving Velen and his followers to utter desperation.
The Prophet had seen everything that would happen to the World of Argus in fragments of the future, but he could not change the situation. With Kil'jaeden and Archimonde's advocacy, almost all the Eredar were convinced that Sargeras's arrival would mark a