Rhode certainly understood what the Holy Light meant to humanity, or rather, to the prince and Paladin before him.
But he was merely sharing what he knew. There was no need to conceal his thoughts.
After all, he was a Mage himself, and the arcane energy Mages primarily wielded had nothing whatsoever to do with the Holy Light.
Besides, there were Night Elves here who worshipped the Moon Goddess and followed druidic beliefs. Differences in faith did not necessarily mean anything.
Arthas countered, "You think the Holy Light is just a form of energy? In your eyes, it's no different from a campfire? Just a tool for cooking?"
"Hmm... I wouldn't go so far as cooking..." Rhode shook his head, actually picturing Arthas roasting chicken wings with the Holy Light in his hands. "Roasted chicken wings, I love those..." Stop, stop. I'm getting sidetracked.
With a light cough, Rhode continued, "As I understand it, to be more precise, the Holy Light is one... of the energies that make up the world."
Arthas pressed him. "One of them? Then... are there others?"
Rhode spread his hands. "Shadow. The collision and annihilation of Light and Shadow produced the primordial force that gave birth to the material world."
"Uh..." Arthas shook his head. "I've never heard that view before. You're actually saying the Holy Light and Shadow are the same kind of thing? I'm afraid I can't agree."
Rhode could only shrug.
He could hardly blame Arthas. Even Rhode himself had only a partial understanding of it.
Still, faith in the Holy Light was better than pursuing Shadow. Although Light and Shadow had created the world, a world ruled by Shadow was not fit for human survival.
Rhode suddenly asked, "Your Highness, let me ask you something. Suppose one day you're walking around