Akama's soul appears unremarkable, like a blank sheet of paper waiting to be written on.
Illidan's lips curled slightly, and two golden beams shot from his eyes as he used the Power of Time.
As the light flowed, countless Runes appeared deep within Akama's soul, which moved Illidan slightly.
"The Runes of the Burning Legion, drawn by a master." Illidan gasped.
With these hidden Runes, Akama becomes uncontrollable.
Vandel reported, "I've heard that many of Archimonde's men have already pledged allegiance to Kil'jaeden."
Illidan chuckled, "I see. Kil'jaeden doesn't trust us. Too bad he forgot, the Burning Legion worships the strong. This is a test for us, but also an opportunity."
Vandel added, "Akama was captured by Thrall. It's not hard to guess that one of the Legion's generals colluded with Thrall. I don't understand how the Orcs could defeat us?"
"Don't underestimate the Orcs, and certainly don't underestimate Thrall," Illidan said calmly. "Let's play along and see what tricks they have up their sleeves."
Illidan himself forged Akama's soul into the Shade of Akama.
"Vandel," Illidan instructed, "Your Demon Hunters will temporarily cooperate with Akama until Maiev is captured."
The Lower City of Sha'tar City.
Khadgar straightened his clothes and went to see Griftah, the merchant of priceless treasures.
The Troll Griftah is a notorious conman in Sha'tar City, and despite his infamy, countless adventurers have been deceived by him.
Khadgar knew that this old swindler had some real skills; not everything he sold was fake.
"Dear traveler, behold my treasures! A mysterious necklace that can find cloth on the corpses of enemies, a mysterious ring that can find leather on wild beasts, and an ornament that can pull gold coins from the purses of the rich. Trust me, old Griftah is honest and reliable, and will compensate tenfold for any counterfeit."
Khadgar handed over a bag of gold coins. "I want a Hula Girl Doll."
Griftah's expression shifted, and he smiled, "A rational consumer."
After saying that, he weighed the money bag and took out a doll, handing it to Khadgar.
With the Hula Girl Doll in hand, Khadgar could confidently cooperate with Maiev to continuously eliminate Illidan's spies planted in Shattrath City.
This news quickly shook the Black Temple, Illidan summoned his generals for a address:
"I think everyone knows what happened in Shattrath City; there's a traitor among us."
Vandel surveyed the crowd and announced loudly, "According to intelligence, Maiev is in close contact with a Draenei."
Akama immediately stepped forward and knelt down with a thud:
"It's my fault. This Draenei, Atani, rescued me from Orgrimmar. I trusted him too much. I never imagined he was a spy Thrall Faction, and it was he who let Maiev go."
Illidan immediately guessed what had happened and sternly reprimanded him, "Akama, you were too careless. You'll have to make up for your mistake."
Akama replied, "I will definitely complete the task."
Shattrath City, in a small cabin in Terokkar Forest, Khadgar met with Akama at his invitation.
"My dear old friend," Akama said, taking Khadgar's hand, "You not only saved my life, but also helped me eliminate Illidan's traitor. I truly don't know how to thank you."
Khadgar sensed the unusual tone in Akama's voice and sighed, "Akama, why do this? I truly don't understand what benefit you gain from betraying me to Illidan."
Akama was slightly surprised. The trap was already set, Khadgar couldn't escape. She said with relief:
"You're smarter than I thought. There's no other way; I have to borrow your life, otherwise Illidan will definitely suspect I let Maiev go."
Khadgar smiled dismissively, "Who do you take me for? Do you think I can really gain powerful Holy Light for nothing?"
Akama wasn't surprised. "That's right, I've always suspected you, guessing you came from Exodar, a subordinate of the Prophet Velen. Although you've proven to me that you have nothing to do with Velen, I still can't rest easy."
"Prophet Velen, and what is he anyway?" Khadgar ran his right hand across his forehead. "Look at this."
A bright Naaru Mark appeared between Khadgar's eyebrows.
Akama stood up in surprise; he had only ever seen the Naaru Mark on the forehead of the Prophet Velen.
Khadgar's mark was more intricate and brighter, proving that he was of a higher status than Velen.
"I am a priest of the Army of the Light, Akama. Do you wish to become an enemy of the Army of the Light?" Khadgar questioned sternly.
Akama sat back down, stunned, and after a long while, she said:
"So the Holy Light didn't deceive me after all. I'm sorry, Cleric, I've already pledged allegiance to the Burning Legion. You are the only option left."
"The Burning Legion, so that's how it is." Khadgar thought to himself that the trip was worthwhile and very rewarding. He finally understood Akama's faction and solved a historical mystery.
Khadgar grinned wickedly. "Akama, you and your filthy Broken think you can defeat me?"
Akama said smugly, "Atani, your Power of the Holy Light is terrifying, even surpassing Velen's. Your Elemental Magic is no less than any Archmage's. Unfortunately, you have a weakness: as Draenei, you are not good at melee combat."
Khadgar was injured in Karazhan, which resulted in poor physical condition and insufficient strength.
Akama noticed this after being helped up by Khadgar on several occasions.
"So what?" Khadgar retorted.
Akama laughed, "Lord Illidan taught me a Magic Circle. As long as the surrounding area is filled with Fel energy, it can shield you from other energies, whether it's Holy Light or elemental energy. Destroy under the Fel, Lord Cleric."
The cabin was instantly ignited by Fel, its walls covered in Fel Flames.
Akama stood up, stretching his fists and feet. "My injuries haven't fully healed yet, so dealing with you should be easy."
Khadgar asked dejectedly, "Is this how you treat your savior?"
"Are you begging for mercy?" Akama punched Khadgar to the ground, stepping on his head as he said, "I don't like owing people. You saved me, so I have to kill you."
Khadgar coldly said, "The Draenei have wandered the stars for tens of thousands of years without a single friend. So this is the truth."
As soon as he finished speaking, Khadgar reached out without hesitation and touched the burning Fel on the wall.
Fel Flames ignited Khadgar's arm, Akama quickly dodged, watching as Khadgar was consumed by the Fel Flames.
"You'll regret this, Akama. You've missed a golden opportunity." Khadgar left these last words before his Fel Flames consumed him.
Akama, bewildered, watched as Khadgar burned to ashes and sneered:
"This is just the first step of the plan. I need to prove my worth to Lord Mannoroth. Next up is Maiev."
Inside a cave not far away, dozens of precious Magic Crystals were arranged in an intricate Magic Circle.
In the center of the Magic Circle stood Hula Girl Doll, which suddenly burst into green Flames and burned to ashes.
Khadgar teleported to the center of the Magic Circle and slowly stood up.
"Although Atani is dead, he showed me Akama's true colors, so this deal was worthwhile."
The Hula Girl Doll served as a substitute, dying in Khadgar's place amidst the Fel Flames.