Archbishop Benedictus of Stormwind City removed his black hood, revealing a head of gray hair. His face was resolute, his gaze piercing, and his expression composed.
In the Kingdom of Stormwind, he is the embodiment of Holy Light, the embodiment of faith in the hearts of countless people.
Few know his other identity: the cold-blooded and ruthless judge of the Cathedral of Light, dedicated to hunting down Evil forces and secretly protecting the people of Kingdom of Stormwind.
"Jaina, you can deceive a fool who can't see the truth, but you can't overthrow Stormwind City's rule. It's a pity that Jaina, the ruler of Theramore, is about to die in an assassination attempt by the Evil Twilight's Hammer. This is a scheme she learned from Thrall. I will represent the Kingdom of Stormwind at your funeral, Jaina."
Regardless, Jaina is the ruler of Theramore and a member of the Alliance.
Even knowing the despicable things she had done, such as betraying her father to exchange for peace with the Horde, colluding with Thrall to feed Alliance members to the Orcs, and being Thrall's loyal lackey, one still couldn't truly break ties with her.
Benedictus couldn't kill Jaina openly; he had to find a good excuse.
Marshal Windsor was somewhat bewildered, wondering who the fool was. He glanced at the serious-looking Jaina, then at Archbishop Benedictus, and finally understood what the Archbishop meant. He immediately flew into a rage.
"Archbishop Benedictus, this is treason! You have betrayed Stormwind City! As the Grand Marshal commanding the Stormwind City Defense Force, I order you to lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!"
Benedictus stared sympathetically at Marshal Windsor:
"Your Excellency Marshal, could you explain why you met with Lady Jaina in private? Don't tell me you were having an affair. You're not young anymore; how can you handle the ravenous Lady Jaina?"
"Slander! Slander! This is a despicable and shameless frame-up!" Marshal Windsor's face turned ashen with rage. "Everything I've done is for Kingdom of Stormwind, for Azeroth, and you're hindering our Justice cause!"
Jaina remained vigilant. While Benedictus and Marshal Windsor engaged in a pointless conversation, the Twilight's Hammer cultists were rapidly approaching. Among them were the Twilight Ascendant Jaina loathed most, as well as monsters who had transformed into Faceless Ones or Twilight Dragonkin.
Boom!
A thick black mist rose, temporarily obscuring the view. Taking advantage of the mist's cover, Jaina quickly slipped a scroll into Marshal Windsor's arms and whispered, "Wait for my orders."
Marshal Windsor touched the scroll in his arms, still warm from Jaina's body, his mind somewhat hazy and unclear.
At this moment, the mist had dissipated, revealing Jaina's bloodshot eyes, shrouded in thick black fog. Her face was contorted, and she began to giggle.
"Benedictus, you're too naive. You think you're the only one who knows how to use the power of the Old Gods? You only know the surface. I, on the other hand, have truly grasped the essence of the Old Gods' power. I've long seen through the true nature of this world. Only the most shameless and unscrupulous will emerge victorious."
Hiss!
Jaina's clothes were torn to shreds, and Spellstealer Wyrm writhed wildly like venomous snakes. Among them, some Spellstealer Wyrm were different, enveloped in a dense dark power, making them even thicker, with bloodshot eyes, and emitting painful roars.
Medivh had been researching the Power of the Old Gods. He used Jaina to conduct experiments and achieved some success, cultivating several Spellstealer Wyrm with the power of the Old Gods.
Jaina's slender body rapidly expanded, enveloped by dark power. Her muscles bulged, and her body became as strong as an Ogre, covered with disgusting eyes. Her limbs disappeared, replaced by eight octopus-like tentacles.
That beautiful and charming face vanished, replaced by a faceless face covered in tentacles. It must be said that Medivh was truly remarkable; he successfully fused the power of the Old Gods C'Thun with that of Yogg-Saron.
Marshal Windsor was completely stunned. The beautiful, charming, and noble Queen Jaina had become a terrifying monster. He was dumbfounded, at a loss, and didn't know what to do.
"How can you withstand the Power of the Old Gods? You will all be devoured by me." Jaina, now transformed and surrounded by black mist, moved slightly, and the sturdy stone house collapsed with a crash, Marshal Windsor to flee in a panic.
Benedictus smiled bitterly, "Marshal, I hope you see clearly what kind of terrifying monster you've pledged allegiance to. Jaina, you've made a mistake; you shouldn't have revealed your true form. We followers of the Holy Light have ways to fight against the power of the Old Gods."
Benedictus waved his hand, and the Twilight's Hammer cultists immediately retreated. Their mission was complete, having forced Jaina to reveal her true identity. A series of Blink of light appeared— the Holy Light spell Blink—and Priests in white and gold robes appeared beside Benedictus, their surroundings enveloped in a dense Power of the Holy Light.
No one has ever dared to underestimate the prestige of the Cathedral of Light. Its ability to stand tall in Stormwind City for a century and to rival the Wrynn royal family is not solely due to the faith of its people, but also to the formidable strength of its Priests.
Benedictus nodded, and walked alone to the transformed Jaina. A long, golden rope formed from Power of the Holy Light, tightly binding Jaina.
Meanwhile, the Priests moved to their respective positions, forming a circle. Each of them held a rope of Holy Light, much smaller than Benedictus's, but there were enough of them to weave a large golden net that enveloped the monster in the center of the circle.
The golden net of Holy Light tightened relentlessly. The Priests of the Cathedral of Light, having undergone rigorous training, knew exactly what they were supposed to do. Jaina struggled within the net, but could not break free of its restraints.
"Jaina, give up. You probably don't know, but beneath the Cathedral of Light, countless monsters like you are imprisoned. You are not the strongest among them. Under the scorching Holy Light day and night, you will all eventually turn to ashes. How many years can you hold out? Three years, five years, or ten years? I'm really looking forward to it."
Marshal Windsor stood outside the circle, Benedictus had already ignored him. Under such circumstances, most people would make the right judgment and know which side they should stand on.
For some reason, Windsor suddenly recalled Jaina's voice and smile, her every smile and frown, her exquisite features, her slender figure, her alluring fragrance, her seductive sway as she walked, her full hips and her ample breasts—all of these flashed through Windsor's mind.
Like a boy experiencing first love, he was captivated and overjoyed. Under the scorching golden Holy Light, Jaina, transformed into a monster, continuously let out screams, which sounded like knives cutting into Windsor's heart.
"I have to save Jaina, what should I do?" Windsor gripped his hair tightly.
"Unfold the scroll in your bosom." A voice echoed in his ears, like Nightmare.
"Yes, yes, I have to do it." Windsor quickly pulled out the scroll that Jaina had given him.
Benedictus forgot that the most terrifying power of the Old Gods was the ability to bewitch and manipulate people's hearts.