Height Is Victory

The battle outside raged fiercely, yet Zul'ra, inside the airship, felt none of it. He was wholly focused on operating Light's Wrath, summoning the Holy Light and channeling it into the energy-storage crystals.

Ever since he had begun using Light's Wrath, memories had continuously surfaced in Zul'ra's heart. The staff helped him recall the beautiful moments of the past—those high-spirited days, those captivating sights. Yet after this ascent came a turn.

Just as the Holy Light had a positive side, it also had an opposite one. Seizing power could fill one with high spirits, but setbacks were inevitable in the process of realizing one's ideals. The frustration and suffering they brought could leave one's mind in turmoil.

Having witnessed beauty, when that beauty was destroyed before one's eyes, the pain would become unbearable. As all those negative emotions rose up, Zul'ra tried not to think of them. Yet the harder he tried not to think, the more wildly distracting thoughts swirled through his mind. His soul seemed caught between heaven and hell, bent over and over like a steel wire until it would eventually snap.

In the past, Zul'ra would have temporarily set down Light's Wrath and calmed himself properly before using it again once his mind had recovered. But that was completely impossible now. The Mount Hyjal was already fighting the Scourge. If he stopped, the Mount Hyjal's only advantage would be gone, and it would surely be plunged into irreversible ruin.

With the situation so dire, and with some degree of mental discipline, Zul'ra forcibly held back his chaotic thoughts. As he summoned the Holy Light, he also resisted Light's Wrath's temptation, utterly unable to spare his attention for anything else.

"Climb. Let's climb higher, so we can gain a firepower advantage."

While Zul'ra struggled against Light's Wrath's