Maiev's Obsession

Outside Theramore's city guard training grounds, Deren found an excellent spot to watch the people training inside.

Windsore had no choice but to take on two Elf disciples and teach them how to master the Holy Light.

Though he was extremely reluctant, King Varian's persuasion left him with no choice but to do his best.

The King told him that teaching the Holy Light to Elves could strengthen the relationship between Stormwind City and the Night Elves, reinforcing unity within the Alliance.

"The Holy Light is the conviction to protect. The Holy Light is the tenderest love in our hearts. Only when there is love in your heart, when you hold an obsession, can it become the Holy Light of protection." The old marshal began by recounting to the two Elves how he had come to master the Holy Light.

As he spoke, he summoned another ball of Holy Light in his hand and called to them, "Come. Face the Holy Light and speak the deepest obsession in your hearts. You must follow your hearts. Do not fake even the slightest thing."

Illidan immediately replied, "I want to see Tyrande's smile blooming on her face forever. I am willing to give everything for her—my life, honor, and soul!"

Truly worthy of being a bootlicker for ten thousand years.

"And what about you?" Windsore was satisfied with Illidan's answer. Protecting his beloved and remaining unchanged for ten thousand years was indeed a deep obsession. But he urged the silent Maiev.

"Can I... not say it?" The Watcher, normally so fiery and tomboyish, suddenly became bashful and awkward.

"Then get the hell back to your Elf homeland." Windsore was not about to indulge her.

"No, no, I'll say it. Do I really have to tell the truth?" Maiev had no choice but