The Flames of Sargeras burned away every illusory deception.
The hall came into clear view, and Gul'dan immediately recalled all his Fel Spellweavers.
The power Kil'jaeden had granted him exceeded anything Gul'dan had imagined.
Gul'dan ventured a bold guess: perhaps this power was not a favor from Lord Kil'jaeden, but a gift from the Master of the Burning Legion.
Gul'dan resented serving as Kil'jaeden's dog, but if he could win the favor of the god Sargeras, he would offer up all his loyalty without hesitation-even his life.
The power of the Master of the Burning Legion could fill every void in Gul'dan's heart. He would trade everything he possessed for this supreme fel power.
The hovering Eye of Sargeras gushed golden-green fel flames. The demons in the lower hall saw the demonic gaze they had not witnessed in so long, and bowed their heads as one, choosing submission.
A few Doomguards with better memories recalled that, decades ago, an identical orc had entered the tomb and tried to steal the Avatar's power.
But that arrogant Orc Warlock had soon been burned to death by the tomb's felguards. They had cut off his head and drained all the fel energy from his body.
Now this Orc Warlock had returned, wielding the supreme power of Antorus. The demons in the tomb quickly realized who he was.
If the Orc Warlock could return from the dead, that proved he had accepted the Burning Legion's guidance and joined its ranks.
Only demons could endure undying in the Twisting Nether and be resurrected through the Soul Engine of Antorus.
Gul'dan looked at the neatly arrayed felguards and Doom Lords in the hall, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Power brought him not only immense spiritual satisfaction, but supreme authority as well.
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