Tulani had a very long dream.
She dreamed that the Draenei's sacred crypt was infiltrated by a dark power, and before the crisis erupted, Archbishop Maraad had her take some people and leave overnight, hoping to preserve some of the embers.
Outside Auchindoun, by the forest that was once picturesque year-round, Archbishop Maraad, fully armed and with a serious expression, confronted Tulani.
"Archbishop! I cannot just leave like this; I am an Auchenai, I should be with everyone!"
"Since you know you are an Auchenai, then you should obey my orders even more, take these recruits and apprentices, and quickly head to Shattrath!"
"But…"
"Hurry, Tulani, we don't have much time!"
The scene shifted, and the city of Shattrath was also engulfed in war, its sturdy, exquisite walls collapsing under the orcs' crude and barbaric catapults.
Those orcs were completely different from any Tulani had ever seen; their eyes held no pride, no confidence, only a thirst for blood.
That was not the gaze of intelligent beings; they had become a group of creatures acting entirely on instinct… "demons"!
The Draenei cities possessed advanced technology and proud guards, but their numbers were not on the same scale as the invading orcs.
Even if one Shattrath guard could fight ten orcs, there were still more orcs roaring and rushing into their city, launching bloody massacres against unarmed civilians.
It was a hellish scene; even Tulani, who had been a crypt keeper and was accustomed to partings and deaths, vomited and trembled more than once at the sights she witnessed.
This was not war; it was slaughter.
Tulani once summoned the Holy Light with trembling hands to heal a Draenei guard who was only half a body—it was then that she first discovered that the Holy Light she believed in was not omnipotent, for it could not resurrect the dead, and it was even more powerless against the tragic scene in Shattrath.
Dead, dead, everyone was dead.
Tulani should have also met her death under the orcs' butcher knives, but because she was a female, and one of the few remaining priests, she was evacuated as a member caring for the wounded and women and children, under the cover of her companions who sacrificed their lives.
After that, Tulani and the Draenei refugees lived a life of displacement until they met the hidden Draenei, and the orcs shifted their attention to invading Azeroth, allowing them to catch their breath.
However, not long after they settled down, a world-shaking explosion occurred in the forest where Auchindoun was located, leveling nearly half the area of the trees in Talador, which is now Terokkar Forest.
The immense power of the explosion transformed the once lush and fertile forest into a gray-white wasteland, like a painting stripped of its colors; everything in Auchindoun and half the forest were frozen in that instant of the explosion.
Tulani was fortunate to "escape" the orcs' massacre of the city, survive the Auchindoun explosion, and even avoid being affected by the terrible "curse" spreading among the Draenei.
She was very lucky.
But Tulani herself did not think so; she believed she should have been one of the victims in Auchindoun and Shattrath, that she should have faced that indescribable horror alongside all those who died.
Yet, she "cowardly" survived alone.
Various negative emotions even led her to almost be captured by the Void, becoming a prisoner of that terrible power, thankfully the Prophet stepped forward and awakened her from that despair in time.
From then on, Tulani left the relatively stable sanctuary and went to the outpost in Hellfire Peninsula; this time, she chose to become a warrior, fighting on the front lines, until she sacrificed her life for her people and her faith.
Tulani and a portion of the Draenei rebuilt the Temple of Telhamat located in the northwestern part of Hellfire Peninsula, however, the originally sacred and pure spring water in the valley next to this temple was polluted by the blood of an Pit Lord.
The Pit Lord's powerful fel energy attracted demons from all over Hellfire Peninsula; they gathered more and more in the valley, posing a great security risk to the Temple of Telhamat.
Although the Temple of Telhamat is located above the valley, if the number of demons in Agona Pool continues to increase, their range of activity will sooner or later encompass the Temple of Telhamat; at that time, once the temple is exposed, those who come to deal with them will not be ordinary demon cannon fodder, but demons of the Burning Legion and orcs.
Therefore, taking advantage of the fact that the attention of the demons and orcs in Hellfire Peninsula was diverted by something unknown, Tulani, with a group of volunteers, took a risk, preparing to thoroughly purify Agona's corpse and drive the demons away from here.
However, the operation ultimately ended in failure; more than ten elite guards and priests were buried there due to their misjudgment of the dangers of Agona Pool.
Tulani also fell into the pool of demon blood; she felt the demon blood burning her skin, and a sharp pain of fel corrosion came from her back.
As her consciousness was about to descend into chaos, she felt a biting cold—perhaps this was a premonition of death…
In a dim haze, she felt her body falling endlessly, into a pitch-black, endless abyss, not knowing where she would land.
Until the first ray of light appeared in the darkness, making her feel warmth and comfort again amidst the coldness and stillness.
Just like the first time she received a response from the Holy Light…
Tulani bathed in the Holy Light, her mind relaxed as never before, and the surrounding darkness gradually began to light up, like the first star shining in the night sky.
She subconsciously wanted to get closer to those stars, but found that she seemed to be separated from them by a transparent wall.
Those starlights gradually converged, from a single point, then to a small stream, finally gathering into a bright river.
A tear slipped from the corner of Tulani's eye: she saw it, those were not stars, but the souls of her compatriots who had perished in countless sufferings and torments.
Their souls formed a long river, extending endlessly into the darkness, with no end in sight.
Tulani leaned against the transparent barrier, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes; every single soul here had once been a living being.
Amidst her sorrow, a familiar voice sounded in Tulani's ear.
"Tulani, what are you doing here? Your path does not lead here."
A tall, pure Draenei soul on the other side of the transparent barrier looked down at the sobbing Tulani, his voice like an ethereal wind, blowing into Tulani's heart.
"Archbishop… Raloshir?"
Tulani, who had been somewhat numb, slowly lifted her head, but when she saw the face of the person before her, her eyes gained a touch of vivacity.