Illidan had a long dream, though he could not remember exactly what it had been about.
He only remembered that when he woke up, Gul'dan had been standing before him.
But Illidan gave him no chance to speak. Grasping the Skull of Gul'dan, he swept him away with a single beat of his wings, reducing him to flying ash.
He had only vaguely glimpsed his own destiny...
Child of Light!
He would completely purge The Scourge and settle accounts with the Lich King!
Yet with the absolute gap between himself and the current Lich King, if he wanted to stand against him, he had to gain new power—power that would bring about a fundamental transformation.
Holy Light!
Light and darkness had always complemented each other. Extreme light could bring forth pure darkness, while the most dazzling light could be born from endless darkness.
Holding the Skull of Gul'dan, Illidan came to an understanding. As long as he possessed the resolve, he could step from darkness into the light.
And when he met Adal, everything seemed to fall into place. He had found the thread, found the method.
Roar!
At Illidan's roar, every Draenei and Blood Elf present, other than the Naaru, went on guard.
Seeing Illidan's demon wings swell and his demon horns bloom with an evil radiance, they almost instinctively wanted to attack.
But Prophet Velen stopped them all.
The next moment, cracks like shattered glass appeared across the ink-black demonic power surrounding Illidan's body, and blinding radiance shone through those fissures.
It was the Holy Light!
With Adal presiding over Shattrath, everyone there yearned for the Holy Light.
Yet none of them had expected that their former enemy, the Demon Hunter radiating demonic power, could display such a pure aura of the Holy Light.
As the cracks gradually