As the giant bell covering Leiluo gradually disappeared, he opened his eyes. Before him lay not only a scene awash in dark green, but also two corpses reduced to bones. They lay on the ground, their appearance somewhat ghastly. Judging by their poses, they had been trying to protect Leiluo beneath the bell. There was no need to guess who they were: Rexxar and Lantresuo, who had kept watch over Leiluo outside the bell.
Tears welled in Leiluo's eyes. He stepped forward to gather the remains of his two friends, but the moment his hands touched Rexxar and Lantresuo's bones, they crumbled to dust. It was as if, seeing that Leiluo had made it, the obsession in their hearts had finally faded away.
Fel Energy flames kept surging in from all around, trying to devour Leiluo. But Gorehowl, in his hands, blocked every wave of Fel Energy rushing toward him and gradually purified it. The light Gorehowl gave off resembled the Holy Light, but lacked its dazzling color and brilliance. It was gentle and warm. Only Leiluo knew how powerful it was: this light was Azeroth's—the Titan's—primal radiance. Each Titan wielded different laws, and their powers differed accordingly, but the force that drove those laws was still their own primal power. Strictly speaking, Leiluo was no longer an Orc. He was a Titan wearing Orc skin.
Leiluo looked at his friends, now reduced to dust, and slowly closed his eyes. He listened, straining to hear the sounds of Azeroth. But now, apart from the crackling of Fel Energy flames, there was no sound of any living creature. Leiluo opened his eyes, fury nearly solid in his gaze. He stood tall and strode toward the sky. The empty air seemed to hold one stone stair after another, letting him climb higher