Eight Virtues

Jaina pointed at the glass and said, "Look! The angels are glowing!"

Everyone noticed the brightness in the hall beginning to rise.

The angel figure in one of the upper glass panels began to glow! Immediately after, another panel lit up! The knight within that glass was also radiating light! Finally, all eight upper glass panels lit up in sequence! Their projections formed eight Mirrors of Holy Light in the void, surrounding Taelan Fordring. Seven of these mirrors contained his reflection.

Taelan Fordring, standing in the center, took his hand off his holy emblem and knelt on one knee! He shouted toward the only mirror that did not contain his reflection:

"I am a Paladin!

I shall uphold for the rest of my life:

Justice, Humility, Honesty, Compassion, Valor, Sacrifice, Honor, Soul!

These eight virtues, sworn to oppose evil, to fight for the protection of the weak, and to fight for the protection of Azeroth!!"

With every word he spoke, a reflection vanished from the Mirrors of Holy Light, replaced by an ocean of holy light! Then, a sun appeared in the mirror before him! It shone brilliantly, illuminating the void!

The eight mirrors shot out eight beams of light, all striking Taelan Fordring's body simultaneously!

The entire Light's Hope Chapel began to shake; beneath it, a power that had been silent for who knows how long began to boil. In an instant, the entire chapel lit up!

Taelan Fordring felt his soul and the sun within the Mirrors of Holy Light ascend toward an unnamed height. The holy light emitted by the Crystal Dome in his spirit slowly adjusted its frequency to match the sun's, and finally, their vibrations synchronized.

BOOM!

Everything in Taelan Fordring's consciousness recoiled; the chapel drifted away from him, the surrounding forest drifted away, and Azeroth drifted away. The Blue Child and the White Lady also drifted away. His consciousness shattered a barrier, emitting the sound of breaking glass.

A strange world appeared before him. A massive, spired palace, a hall forged of steel, with blood-red stones embedded in the walls. Two giants stood upon a platform; one wore a solar crown and possessed a handsome face. Taelan's intuition told him this was the Sun God Anser!

Taelan Fordring felt something was wrong as he looked at that face.

At this moment, Anser spoke: "I will not agree to this. Protecting Azerena is our brother's responsibility!"

"Except for Mother, no one has the right to covet Azerena's power. I will return to her world to protect her until she grows up!" After saying this, he turned to leave.

The other giant stepped forward and grabbed him: "Brother, perhaps we have other ways. As long as..."

Anser said displeased, "I advise you to abandon that idea."

The giant paused, then raised his other hand. A red hilt appeared in his grip, followed by a crossguard that grew like the wings of a Nathrezim, and then a long, sharp blade inlaid with skulls on both sides.

The sword radiated an ominous red light, and the giant mercilessly plunged it into Anser's back!

"Ah!"

Just then, a pleasant female voice came from outside the palace gates: "Anser, are you here?"

Then another female voice said, "Sister, don't be impatient."

The giant panicked, trying to hide the murdered Anser. But suddenly remembering something, he gritted his teeth, swung the greatsword to extract Anser's soul, and cruelly devoured it.

He swung the red longsword to hack Anser's corpse into eight pieces, casting them into a strange magic circle.

At this moment, a yandere voice struck Taelan Fordring's soul directly:

"Offer your blood to the Emperor!"

The vision shattered suddenly, and endless power surged into Taelan's body—power he could not control. His consciousness gradually blurred.

At this moment, the Crystal Dome in Taelan Fordring's consciousness shone brilliantly, absorbing the sun. Then, infinite holy light poured from the heights of his consciousness into his body.

The giant, the palace, the greatsword, the female voices, and the sun all vanished, as if they had never appeared! Only the Crystal Dome flickered with divine radiance.

Although Taelan Fordring had not seen the giant's face, he recognized the sword. The finest weapon in the entire Warcraft universe, the most powerful weapon, a weapon completely different from Quel'razam:

Remornia!

"Ding! Congratulations! You have completed the quest:

Lost Sun! (Legendary), Phase One!

Congratulations on reaching level 24! You have gained 15 skill points!

You have gained the favor of the Sunwalker!

You have gained 50 World Power! You have gained a total of 100 World Power!

You have awakened a new Nephalem talent!

You have gained a new trait:

Mystic Mastery: As a Nephalem, you are a natural spellcaster. You may designate one mystical magical item, and you will be able to use it for a period of time.

Gained branching ability:

Holy Mastery: All your Holy Spells will be imbued with An'she's Fire, increasing damage against undead, demons, and void creatures. Every strike against an Eternal One is a crushing blow. Embracing the Holy Light grants you an additional 20 points of resistance against the forces of Chaos, Death, and the Void.

The Sun God Anser protects you!

Absolution: A Nephalem possessing World Power is protected by mysterious forces. Your armor type becomes Holy, and your base damage reduction is increased to 50%. Your physical fitness is significantly improved, and all your resistances are increased by 10 points."

You have mastered the special skill:

Eight Virtues: Summon mirrors representing Justice, Humility, Honesty, Compassion, Valor, Sacrifice, Honor, and Soul, lasting until you are killed or choose to cancel them.

These mirrors seal everything around the target. You gain the right to a fair duel with the target! No third party can enter this space! Anyone who forces their way in will suffer the punishment of the Seven Deadly Sins just like the target and be banished! Any creature killed within this space will lose its soul forever!

Current Power Injected: Justice.

(Blessing from Sun God Anser!)

Cooldown: 12 months! (Please use with caution!)

Denathrius, you are only worth 35 Anima, not a drop more!

Default quest accepted:

Lost Sun (Phase II).

Through the narration of Sun God Anser, you have learned that the foolish Denathrius believes that scattering his brother's corpse across the lands and consuming his soul would end everything, allowing him to claim the inheritance left by their mother. He shall not have his way!

Find the body fragments of Sun God Anser! Continue to unveil the truth of the creation!

Rewards: 100 World Power. 10 Skill Points.

Sunwalker favor increased!

Your Holy Mastery ability is now equally effective on Order Force!

Your Holy Armor base damage reduction increased to 60%.

The series of system notification sounds felt like celestial music, allowing Taelan Fordring, who had been on edge, to finally heave a sigh of relief.

Not only did he learn a world-shaking secret this time, but he also obtained Holy Armor and 15 skill points.

The most profound impression Taelan Fordring had of Holy Armor was from the final battle of Warcraft III—Ragnarok!

Taelan remembered that there were once gifted (or bored) players who pushed all the way to the demon base, only to find themselves helpless when facing Archimonde, who possessed Holy Armor.

Although the damage reduction of the Holy Armor he obtained was not as high as Archimonde's, a 50% base damage reduction was already heaven-defyingly powerful. One must remember that this damage would be further weakened by armor values and magic resistance. It was far superior to Hero Armor.

Furthermore, it could be further upgraded in subsequent quests.

Upon reaching level 24, he would be able to unlock Holy Shield, the core skill of the Diablo skill system! It would significantly boost his defensive capabilities. Facing the battles to come, he finally had the strength to fight.

He did not wait, instead impatiently opening his skill tree to invest a point into Blessed Hammer, and then another into the finally illuminated Holy Shield.

Holy Shield

Enhance your shield with holy power.

Current Skill Level: 8

Mortal Strike Damage: +17-20

Duration: 205 seconds

Defense Bonus: +250%

Block Chance: +28%

Mana Cost: 35

Holy Shield receives additional bonuses from the following skills:

Contempt: +15% defense per skill level

This block chance stacked with the Block skill he had already learned. It would further enhance Taelan's survivability.

Because every person who underwent Baptism would demonstrate their newly acquired abilities, Taelan added one point into Cleansing and one point into Blessed Aim.

Cleansing

When active, reduces the duration of persistent negative effects on you and your allies.

Prayer: +9 health regeneration every 2 seconds

Current Skill Level: 8

Radius: 20 yards

Duration Reduction: 67%

Healing: +9

Cleansing receives additional bonuses from the following skills:

Prayer

Blessed Aim

When active, increases the hit rate of you and your allies.

Current Skill Level: 8

Radius: 20 yards

Hit Rate: +180%

The utility of Cleansing was immense. It possessed all the effects of Prayer while significantly reducing the duration of curses and poisons. Most importantly, restoring health no longer consumed mana.

As for Blessed Aim, its purpose was to increase his own accuracy. Combined with the blessing of Tirion Fordring, this skill ensured he would never have to worry about missing his targets again.

The eight mirrors in Light's Hope Chapel vanished, the tremors throughout the monastery ceased, and the glowing glass panes returned to their original state. The midday sun shone down, dissipating much of the chill in the hall. Everything had returned to normal, yet the hearts of those present remained unsettled.

At this moment, Taelan Fordring, standing on the dais, activated Cleansing Aura. Tiny golden dots, like stars, periodically rippled outward from Taelan's feet! In moments, they filled a spherical space with a 20-yard radius, turning the entire hall into a scene as magnificent as a starry sky.

Jaina giggled as she reached out her small hands to grasp at the stars flickering in the air.

Everyone in the room felt themselves enveloped in warmth, their hidden injuries slowly mending.

Uther's face grew a little hot, though he said nothing. Mograine's expression, however, was unsightly, and only Renault seemed relieved. He no longer looked at his father, his mind instead occupied by the Eight Virtues of the Paladin.

This was the true pursuit a Paladin should have!

It is a bit late today; I will post first and edit later.