Holy Light vs. Holy Light

Seeing the soldiers and ordinary civilians below begin to whisper among themselves, Whitemane panicked. The Holy Light outside was clearly purer and gentler than her own. She shouted, "This is an Undead conspiracy! This Holy Light is only an illusion—an illusion! It is absolutely not the true Holy Light!"

But the volcano had been suppressed for far too long. Everyone's gaze snapped toward the Highlord. One soldier stepped forward and demanded, "Every one of us can feel this pure Holy Light in our hearts. Why are you still doubting whether it is an Undead conspiracy? Can't your heart feel such sacred light? Or is there no Holy Light in your heart at all?"

"I—I have the Holy Light too!" Whitemane grew flustered. As she spoke, she summoned a ball of Holy Light between her hands. But compared to the stronger light outside, hers looked more like a clump of mud and trash.

A few minutes earlier, outside Scarlet Monastery.

Jaina's teleportation instantly shifted everyone's surroundings, and even the scent in the air changed. It was no longer Theramore's damp sea breeze, but the distinctive smell of Lordaeron—a mixture of earth, rotting leaves, and the faint lingering stench of the Undead.

They appeared directly outside a sacred monastery, surrounded by elite soldiers from Stormwind City and New Lordaeron standing ready for battle.

Varian was leading a group of Paladins to greet the visitors from Outland.

Even Varian, who had seen much in his life, could not keep the shock and reverence from flashing through his eyes when he personally saw the magnificent body of the Naaru Adal, formed entirely of pure Holy Light. Varian swiftly composed himself, stepped forward, and solemnly bowed.

"Welcome! I am Varian Wrynn, king of Stormwind City, and Marshal Garithos of the Kingdom of New Lordaeron. Thank