The loss of one's lips meant the cold of one's teeth—a simple truth. When facing a powerful enemy, the Alliance and Horde, two hostile factions, could temporarily set aside their grudges and unite. That was exactly the case.
Now, the Army of the Light's actions had made every faction in Azeroth feel threatened. They had come to Draenor to join the Azeroth Allied Forces in order to protect themselves. Of course, some, like the Mogu Empire, had come with their own agendas.
The battle at Light Fortress had given the Azeroth Allied Forces a new understanding of the Army of the Light's foundations. Originally, they had estimated the Army of the Light to be roughly on par with the Alliance once led by Stormwind.
In terms of top-tier combat power, it mainly had five archbishops. Though powerful, they were not yet unbeatable. Even Yrel, the strongest archbishop, did not possess combat power as terrifying as Illidan's.
But the Army of the Light actually had so many Naaru, which came as a surprise. Their preconceived notions had led the Azeroth Allied Forces to believe that the Army of the Light had, at most, the Naaru who had originally descended upon Draenor—perhaps a dozen or so at most.
Yet in the battle for Light Fortress, dozens of Naaru had self-destructed alone. That meant the Army of the Light on Draenor had surely contacted Naaru scattered throughout the cosmos.
The Naaru were useful for far more than self-destruction and serving as mascots. What worried them most was the Naaru's terrifying support effects. Just imagine it: if more than a dozen Naaru acted as healers in the rear, continuously supplying energy to the Lightbound and Lightforged of the Army of the Light, then those fanatics of the Light would gain immense power while becoming