The civil war in the Kingdom of Lordaeron was a collision between the powers of Holy Light and death.
Herad had complete confidence in the power of the Holy Light.
That was because the powers of light and darkness stood above all other powers.
The contemptible power of death could never defeat the power of the Holy Light!
Even the Lich King at full strength in the game had been cut down by Tirion Fordring.
Examining the Frostmourne he had seized, Herad felt a wave of disdain for the cool-looking artifact.
For all its flashy appearance, with barbs and serrations all over the blade and a miniature demonic skull mounted on its guard, it looked positively murderous.
In reality, it was a very weak melee weapon.
One blow from the Ashbringer had split Frostmourne in two and even sent several small fragments flying.
In fact, it was merely a powerful vessel for energy.
The Scepter of Sargeras held the concentrated spatial power contributed by tens of thousands of Eredar demon mages.
Frostmourne, meanwhile, held the concentrated death power of countless souls slain by its blade.
But compared to the Scepter of Sargeras, a creation into which the Burning Legion had poured its full efforts, Frostmourne's power level was far too low!
After all, this thing was a quest item casually thrown together by the Jailer, a powerful figure in the Shadowlands, then passed through several hands before being delivered to Azeroth.
If used properly, it would extend the Jailer's reach into Azeroth.
If anything went wrong, losing an ordinary artifact like this would not matter.
An ancient ghost who had existed for untold hundreds of millions of years, the Jailer was very good at minimizing investment risks.
Herad deeply scorned this gambler's approach of relentlessly stuffing junk into Azeroth in