In Yrel's hands, Holy Light and Shadow came together, yet the explosion the bishops had imagined did not occur.
On the contrary, the powers of Holy Light and Shadow behaved like the most obedient children in the girl's hands. They did not interfere with one another, instead meekly combining into an energy sphere where light and darkness coexisted.
At that moment, the golden Holy Light and purple-black Shadow were so harmonious that, for an instant, they even thought these were not the two mutually opposing forces they had always believed them to be.
But reality could not be deceived.
No matter how they looked at it, those were the purest possible powers of Holy Light and Shadow.
In other words, the only reason the two energies could coexist harmoniously was Yrel herself.
"When did Yrel's control over energy reach such a level?"
Akama, who was more familiar with the little minx, murmured inwardly.
Even now, he believed Yrel could accomplish this purely through her own precise control over energy.
He did not understand that while sufficient control was certainly required to achieve this, what mattered more was making use of the mutually generating nature of the two energies.
The next second, he—and everyone else—understood.
The sphere of light-and-dark energy cradled in Yrel's hands suddenly began to rotate.
Holy Light and Shadow each occupied half of the energy sphere, revolving around its core in opposition to one another.
No.
It was not merely rotation.
These Draenei bishops, especially Prophet Velen himself, might not have known much about the power of Shadow, but their understanding of the Holy Light was among the best.
They could clearly sense that the Holy Light within the energy sphere was constantly diminishing, yet constantly increasing as well.
The power of Shadow was the same.
Beneath what