Yrel had actually grown stronger through nothing but faith and anger. Not only had she changed from a priest into a Paladin, she had even comprehended a skill like Hammer of Wrath. That was probably what talent meant.
The few pioneering Paladins of Azeroth had also needed Archbishop Faol's guidance to transition from warriors. Ordinary people simply did not have such an opportunity.
Holy Light awakened from one's own heart should have been silver-white in the first place. Otherwise, why would the Alliance's order of Paladins be called the Silver Hand? They might as well have called themselves the Golden Hand.
Naaru looked like glowing jigsaw puzzle pieces, standing upright and floating in midair. Su Ming estimated that Yrel's little hammer could not kill Ner'zhul. Warlocks were famously tough, with high health and defense, known as cloth-wearing tanks.
But her sudden attack had some effect on the Naaru, whose defenses were extremely poor. The hammer spun through the air and knocked a puzzle piece off A'dal's body.
"Crack!"
A sound like shattering glass rang out, and the singing abruptly stopped. The broken glowing puzzle piece fell to the ground, turning into specks of Golden Light that slowly drifted upward into the air.
"Yrel! What are you doing?! Apologize to the Naaru right now." Velen was horrified, nearly tearing out his white beard. He stepped out from among the floating puzzle pieces and stood before them.
His student seemed to have gone mad. Not only had she attacked the Naaru, but after throwing out her weapon, she was even about to throw her shield. The shield was already glowing with white light.
"Teacher, the Naaru are not our saviors! They are not the representatives of the Holy Light!"
In her extreme fury, Yrel had awakened her own Holy Light. Feeling this