Lines darker than night rippled like a pillar of light that swelled and shrank, projecting from the amber crystal in Illidan's palm. Under the effects of the energy-converging magic circle, the boundless arcane power from the Dark Titan stored within the Amber Stone was converted and diluted, constantly kept within what Illidan's body could withstand, while the remaining dark power dissipated into the air.
It was an enormous waste, but there was no helping it. An artifact of this caliber truly wasn't something anyone could use simply because they wanted to. That much was clear from Illidan's skin, which sprayed blood from every pore. Controlling such a terrifying attack was itself a crushing burden on his shoulders.
According to the original history, this strike from Illidan could even pierce Northrend's continental shelf and sink the entire continent into the sea! That alone showed the power of this Amber Stone!
Dick looked up at the black beam shooting into the heavens. It was like a black lightsaber plunging into the clouds. How could an attack like this strike Northrend, tens of thousands of miles away? Dick couldn't quite understand it, but the Paladin felt certain that a Great Demon such as Kil'jaeden was guiding it from outside. In other words, Illidan was actually serving only as an energy source here.
The Paladin was delighted, especially when he saw Uther's sword pierce the unsuspecting Arthas's chest. His heart filled with complicated feelings. After everything they had been through, the grievances and tangled emotions between Dick and Arthas truly couldn't be explained in a sentence or two.
Dick had made a promise to Arthas, but not to the King of the Death Knights before him. What controlled that shell was a butcher whose hands were drenched in blood, undeserving of pity.
But this