Dick stood amid the ruins of Upper Blackrock Spire. This had originally been Nefarian's palace, but after he retreated, Kaz'rogal had reduced it to a heap of rubble, mingled with bloodstains and stark white bones. These had all been "consumables" for Nefarian's experiments.
They had also been the "test subjects" sent to the Black Dragon Prince while the Black Dragon Princess governed Stormwind City.
Looking at those stark humanoid bones, Jaina could not help turning her head away. As Dick looked at the remains, which were clearly human, the anger in his eyes burned a little hotter.
This had nothing to do with justice or evil. It was simply the instinctive anger of a human watching his own kind slaughtered so wantonly.
But the paladin took a deep breath, patted Jaina's arm, then raised his left hand toward the withered bones. The Blackrock King's broken throne still stood at the very front of the ruins. For the first time, sunlight poured into this cold, dark hall in great swathes, yet it still could not dispel the bone-deep chill.
The paladin could even hear the wails of those lost souls and feel their pain. Silver light shone from his palm, like a shower of sparks falling into firewood, and the bones soon caught fire. Within these sacred flames, the lost souls were purified as well. Pale purple souls that only Dick could see floated out of the Silver Holy Fire.
With peaceful expressions, they bowed to Dick in gratitude, then vanished as the light guided them away.
Although this was not his first time doing this, the process of purification once again let Dick feel the meaning of the Holy Light's existence-the meaning of soothing sorrow and giving hope.
The red dragon Vaelastrasz, the bronze dragon Chromie, the blue dragon Kalecgos,