Medivh no longer looked as relaxed as before. Even he felt the pressure of the overwhelming power filling the hall.
He looked gravely at Rich, whose entire body blazed with golden light. Where did this fellow come from? How could he be so powerful? It looks like the Stormwind Kingdom is in danger this time! Medivh thought.
What he did not know, however, was that the evil soul hidden within his body was even more shocked than he was. Sargeras was doing everything he could to conceal his soul. He could not understand where this powerful Holy Light had come from. As one of the Titans, a race endowed with divine power, a member of the Pantheon, and the founder of the Burning Legion, he believed there were very few powers in this world-or indeed, the entire universe-that could make him afraid.
It was not as though he had never encountered the Naaru, who wielded the Holy Light. Destroying such beings merely took a little effort. Yet when this pure radiance shone upon Medivh, it actually penetrated his body and burned Sargeras's soul. Had his soul not been strong enough, possessing the divine power to resist it, a slightly weaker demon would probably have been reduced to ash in an instant. How could he not be shocked?
At that thought, a surge of savage fury rose in Sargeras's heart. Azeroth-ever since encountering this world, he, who had considered himself invincible, had tasted defeat for the first time. First, the allied forces of the Five-colored Dragons had fought back and inflicted devastating losses on his Burning Legion. Then, invasion after invasion had ended in failure.
Around three hundred years ago, the previous World Guardian, Medivh's mother, Aegwynn, had intercepted the demons he sent to Northrend to take revenge on the Five-colored