"Oh?" Kil'jaeden looked pleased. He had not expected the people before him to be so capable; they had blocked her first round of attacks without the slightest difficulty. "Your strength is quite impressive. You have exceeded my expectations."
"Kil'jaeden, Archimonde's fate is the best proof." Tyrande fired a Scorching Arrow at Kil'jaeden's forehead. "Evil will inevitably fall."
"Evil will inevitably fall?" Kil'jaeden grinned, never stopping the magic in his hands. "Indeed. You use these evil acts to prevent the Burning Legion's glorious arrival, and you, too, will inevitably fall. Justice will prevail, and the Burning Legion is the greatest justice of all."
Kil'jaeden's bizarre declaration earned everyone's contempt. But in the world of Azeroth, strength truly did reign supreme. If you won, you were on the side of justice. If you lost, too bad. The victor became king, and the loser became an outlaw. That was simply the natural order.
The four lackeys behind the great demon had yet to make a move. They merely watched the battle quietly from behind Kil'jaeden. The entire situation seemed to be completely under his control.
"Let me show you the power of justice." Kil'jaeden raised his right hand high, vast quantities of shadow energy surging wildly from it. As shadow power continued to gather, his right hand seemed to have turned into shadow itself. "My will cannot be defied. This world will be destroyed!"
With Kil'jaeden's words came shadow spikes that had already taken physical form, flying wildly toward everyone. Their tremendous energy made space itself begin to distort.
"Holy Light!" The voice sounded like a hymn, and a sacred aura swept across the battlefield. There had originally been no Holy Light energy whatsoever here at the Sunwell, but with that single, casually spoken invocation, warm light instantly flooded the area.
As Kil'jaeden's