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Slap—Slap—Slap—
Suddenly, the sound of clapping arose from the darkness.
"Prince Sieglet, eloquent speech, clever planning, ah, but have you forgotten something?" Like what the faith of Eternal Darkmoon is truly about, what the ultimate goal is."
From the darkness, a figure slowly emerged.
It was the Prince of Kul Tiras—Handyman Proudmoore.
Facing this sudden questioning, Sieglet's face twitched slightly, "Well, I don't know much about Eternal Darkmoon, it should be somewhat similar to the faith in the Moon Goddess Elune."
