Time rewound twenty minutes.
Dick, who felt as though his soul had left his body, turned his head. He had heard that hearty, gentle voice more than once-in burning Stratholme, on Mount Hyjal, in the Dalaran Ruins. It seemed that whenever he resonated with the Holy Light within him, he would faintly hear this fellow's laughter.
But when he looked back, he saw nothing. Nothing at all!
All he could see were the orcs cheering for the fierce battle. Their ugly faces and twisted expressions made waves of nausea rise within him. But when he turned his head back, the voice appeared again.
"Convince me! If you can convince me, I'll give you the power you want!"
"Who are you?"
"Look up, my believer!"
Dick could not help looking up at the sky, and what he saw stunned him. Nearly a meter above his head, a nebula-like radiance slowly revolved, like the actual cosmos. And there was a golden glow at the very center of that nebula. That was the Holy Light.
As a High Knight, he could sense that it was the Holy Light! Inconceivably pure, like the first ray of light at the dawn of creation, putting a complete end to darkness.
After it, light appeared, and darkness ended!
"You're the Holy Light?"
Shock still lingered in Dick's eyes as he stammered,
"Don't you lack a physical form?"
The voice chuckled twice. Only then did the Paladin realize that it was not the male voice he had imagined, but a very neutral one, like male and female voices blended together, or like millions of people speaking the same sentence at once. In short, it felt very strange, as though it were sounding within his heart.
"You are correct. I am one, and I am ten thousand. I am