The Naaru in its dark form kept absorbing the Orcs' ancestral spirits. With each soul it drew in, the space around it grew a little more stable, as though the souls before it were rations.
Witnessing all this left Jaina somewhat chilled. It was a heavy slap across her own face. She had been helping to make excuses for the Draenei all along, yet this was how it had turned out.
After seeing the truth, the entire Horde side erupted. Even cries demanding vengeance for the ancestral spirits reached Thrall's ears. There were no few Shamans in the Horde, after all. The Tauren and Trolls had no fewer priests than the Orcs. As races that followed ancient customs, most Tauren and Troll leaders were Shamans. Having now witnessed something like this, the Tauren and Trolls would certainly no longer trust the Naaru.
By contrast, almost the entire Alliance fell into deathly silence. Even Tyrande had never imagined that the Naaru would do such a thing, while Varian, strangely enough, said not a single word.
The Draenei were still members of the Alliance. They had only just joined; Varian could hardly throw Velen out immediately. Even if he wanted to, he would need a reason.
The shock of witnessing something firsthand was nothing like hearing rumors.
"Now the truth has come to light." Prophet Kaurhuk withdrew the elemental power surrounding him and looked proudly at everyone. The vision dispersed like smoke, as though nothing had happened at all.
"Perhaps Kil'jaeden deceiving us into conquering Karabor back then wasn't such a bad thing," High Overlord Saurfang murmured into Thrall's ear.
"My lady." Thrall looked at Jaina, who had called this meeting. Without giving anyone a chance to speak, he immediately stated his position. "There is no issue with fighting the Burning Legion.