(Velen continues to stare at the statue as he speaks.)
Prophet Velen: Thousands of years ago, when I was young, I made a choice.
A choice that allowed my world to fall to ruin. A choice that made my people exiles. A choice that forever separated me from my beloved brothers.
(Velen shakes his head.)
I cannot leave, not yet. Not until I have had a chance to reflect.
Witness Velen’s memory.
Echo of Kil’jaeden: Worthless. The Crest alone is powerless. This relic’s time has passed. Throw it in the temple with the naaru. Let them rot together.
High Exarch Turalyon: At least we know where it is.
Prophet Velen: It is hidden in the Seat of the Triumvirate, then. I sense only darkness within.
Let me show you what I have done. Perhaps, then, I can make peace with it at long last.
Sargeras: Swear loyalty to me. Pledge the hearts of your people to my cause. I will transform you, granting you knowledge beyond imagining and might beyond measure. Together, we will become Legion, and defeat the hungering void that would consume us all.
Archimonde: It is little enough to ask, for what he offers us.
Kil’jaeden: Such power… And he speaks the truth.
Velen: I had hoped the others would sense the darkness behind Sargeras’s words. But they were blinded by their vanity… their hunger for power. The Ata’mal crystal soon showed me the horrible truth of what would come to pass if we accepted the titan’s offer. We would be transformed not into wise leaders, but into hateful monsters.
Talk to Velen: 1/1
(Prophet Velen peers solemly at you.)
Prophet Velen: Thank you.
High Exarch Turalyon: He’s here. He’s here.
What Might Have Been