Broken Faith

------------------------------------ (Razkima Point of View)

The invasion was going well, I was alongside friends and the very gods of our lands to exterminate the traitors who fight for the destruction of the very first empire this world has ever seen, the cause was just and the light of my loa shined on me as it never did before, I never felt more blessed and with such a good objective ahead of me. Zul was going to fall and Rastakhan would reign supreme once again, with the Zandalari Empire reunited.

I really did not think I would ever be so wrong, it wasn't my fault, how could we lose? We had Gonk, the loa of shapes, Pa'ku, the lord of winds and the loa I revere, Rezan, the loa of Kings and Queens. Rezan's powers were enough to make my light of the loa stronger, having the memory of seeing him on the battlefield of Atal'Dazar already made me feel confident.

When we were getting near, Rezan rushed in the direction of the treacherous prophet to defeat me, meanwhile some undead rushed towards me and I made sure that they would be buried by my blade, and so it was, more came and took my attention and I fought with the glory of the loas. However, I heard one roar and then felt a strong corrupted magic, another roar happened seconds after I killed the last undead that rushed and I used some seconds to look at my side.

The vision was terrifying.

Rezan, my all powerful loa was being levitated from the ground with blood magic, he imploded in the air in front of my eyes and disappeared. Moments later, what for me sounded like one eternity, he raised from the ground as one undead monstrosity, something that Bwonsamdi would wish to destroy in seconds.

The creature that I dedicated my life to was gone, what I looked at now was no loa, it was... something else. I needed the help of a friend to awake from being stuck at that moment as he yelled.

"There is no time to mourn! We have to get out of here! We are retreating, avenge your loa another day!" Said the orc warlock who was appointed to help me with the defeat of the enemies of Zandalar.

I would be infuriated if it was not for what I just saw, but I wasn't. The warlock was clearly able to notice it and I knew it too, I was broken. Everything I hoped, the very creature I dedicated most of my life and my learning to was now a broken pile of lies and monstrosity, I was unable to fell hate on that moment, I just felt emptiness. I merely helped, there was one thing to do.

In a quick thought, I showed him the fastest way out. This way was now full of undead, originally I would fight them and make those abominations pay, but I had no time or energy for this, I felt empty after the death of Rezan. After this, I ran to some nearby ramps with my partner and we escaped Atal'Dazar, mounted on my raptor and went to the direction of a nearby small village.

------------------------------------ (Kulzgal Point of View)

In the past, I saw the destruction of entire areas, the death of people I loved and I heard the very elements I revered to fade away from my ears. Riding with him, I noticed how the prelate was unusually cold, I knew he was feeling what I felt in the past. He usually laughed even when we had to run away from situations that would have killed both of us, but not today, this was just too much for him.

"Razkima, wh-"

"Ya better say nothing now, old mon. I be needin' time ta erase what I just saw from me memory. 'member Vol'dun? Maybe... I shall need ta visit Akunda." He said, interrupting me.

Razkima hated the ability of Akunda to erase bad memories, I would have thought that mention of this loa was a joke if it was not for the circumstances. I did not dare say anything for the rest of the travel.

When we arrived, he entered the inn and told me to worry with the price of the stay. He went right to bed after saying it, he didn't even care if that bed was already rented or not, luckily it wasn't. I wish he would have slept, but instead he was merely looking at the roof, at nothing in special. His mind was somewhere else.

Once, many years ago, I heard a discussion about if hope could be broken, it clearly could. Not only hope, but faith as well. The "mon" ahead of me was suffering while quiet, I was not even able to imagine what he was thinking, I merely offered him some fruits and water for dinner, this was the first time I ever saw him refusing food, specially apples.

He only slept hours later, without saying anything and only lying on that bed. I am able to notice and sense auras, his aura of the light of the loa was very weak, almost destroyed. I knew there was hope to restore his powers, there are ways of the light that I knew about and people I could contact, many still owe me a favor.

If this would help? I was not sure, this version of the light he wields is completely different, but I had some hope. Others can tell what you want about warlocks, but I will not let the person that saved me so many times with the same light that was fading from him just fade away as well.

I went on a dark path after what I believed in disappeared and it cost me greatly. I will make sure he keeps going, this is what he deserves for the future...

For Zandalar.