If this had been a simple mission, Medivh would have ordered the team to withdraw long ago and return to fight another day.
Archmages favored evenly matched battles. Without a sound plan and ample preparation, they would never rashly go to war, much less persist when they were at a disadvantage with no way to turn the tide.
Compared with other Class Practitioners, the strength of Archmages lay not only in the intricacy of their arcane spells, but, more importantly, in their calm, unflappable composure.
Making the right judgment for the moment and the situation was the most precious quality a competent Archmage could possess.
Loken's energy reserves were immense. Even with the Astral Realm Gate drawing energy for him, Medivh still could not match him.
Yet this time, Medivh had no intention of retreating. His experiences before his resurrection had taught him that every decision made by those in power could profoundly affect the future.
Changes to the Azeroth Timeline were, in fact, in the hands of people like them.
"Either remove the barrier and help us eradicate the Scourge, or fight us to the death. We humans cannot tolerate a force capable of controlling life and death existing on Azeroth. Nor can we allow this tumor to infest the Northern Lands of Northrend, growing stronger by the day," Medivh declared resolutely.
Seeing that these weak creatures of the Surface World were as stubborn as his companion Tyr, Loken could no longer be bothered to argue with the human Guardian.
"I gave you a chance, yet you insist on being obstinate. Since you seek death, I shall grant your wish!" Loken unleashed his full power, and a beam of golden light descended from the sky.
The dense, sacred golden light turned into flowing waves of energy, swirling upward around