Mages set off magical fireworks, and Light's Hope Chapel was decked out in festive decorations. Wine, roast chicken, pastries, and other delicious foods replaced the roasted bat and insect meat that the entire Argent Dawn and Scarlet Crusade had once loathed. For the first time, the soldiers enjoyed a lavish feast.
Everyone celebrated wildly in the little, unassuming monastery, while Tirion Fordring, now acknowledged by both the Scarlet Crusade and the Argent Dawn as their Highlord, was still praying for the honored dead who had fallen fighting the Scourge.
"May the Holy Light watch over us. The Scourge will surely be destroyed." Holy Light shone around Tirion as he prayed over their victory at Stratholme. The fallen seemed aware of it even in death, and the Holy Light soaring from the little, unassuming chapel answered Tirion Fordring.
At that moment, Darion approached Tirion with the Corrupted Ashbringer in hand. "Lord Tirion, I am terribly sorry to disturb you at a time like this, but there is something I must clear up immediately."
Looking at his old friend's son, Tirion felt troubled as well. When he had seen Alexandros Mograine in Stratholme, he could hardly believe that his dear friend had become a death knight. But that was the truth, whether he believed it or not. "Speak, child."
"I have heard my father's soul speaking within this weapon, but he seems to have fallen into a darkness he cannot escape. I would like to ask you to save my father's soul and bring him back to the Holy Light." Darion handed the Corrupted Ashbringer to Tirion Fordring.
As Archbishop Alonsus Faol's personal disciple, Tirion Fordring knew the Holy Light better than anyone else in the world. Tirion took Ashbringer. The weapon had turned the dark green peculiar to the undead, like