"Is this the inside of the Light Fortress?"
Just as he had promised, the Naaru O'ros opened a portal leading into the Light Fortress.
Once energy reached a certain level, it could tear through space. Arcane magic could open spatial portals, fel energy could open Demonic Gateways, shadow could open spatial rifts, natural energy could open portals to the Emerald Dream, death knights wielding necrotic energy could open Death Gates, and the Light could do the same. However, portals of Light were not as convenient.
Inside the Light Fortress, nearly every area was adorned with gleaming crystals. Even the walls had been replaced with refined stonework, leaving no trace of the former Hellfire Citadel.
The team sent to rescue Grommash Hellscream was teleported into a relatively safe room. All sorts of weapons and miscellaneous supplies were stored there; it was clearly a storeroom within the Light Fortress.
"Perhaps we should put on the Army of the Light's armor to avoid unnecessary trouble. There just happens to be some here." Anduin Wrynn, King of Stormwind, looked at the spare weapons and armor in the storeroom and immediately made the suggestion.
Aside from Anduin Wrynn, King of Stormwind, all the other members of the team rescuing Grommash Hellscream were Orcs. Their concern had clouded their judgment, so it was Anduin Wrynn who raised the matter.
Only after hearing him did the others seem to wake from a dream. They put away their own armor and donned the Army of the Light's Lightbound sets.
Garrosh Hellscream, the Horde's Warchief, in particular dressed exactly like Archbishop Garrosh Hellscream. Combined with the nearly flawless Lightforged brand created by the Naaru O'ros, he was indistinguishable from the real thing.
After changing, the group finally left the storeroom and swaggered out.
Because the Horde was launching an