Following the signs, Noah soon arrived at Northshire Abbey.
Looking at the familiar scene, he couldn't help feeling a trace of nostalgia.
Years ago, back when he was still staring at a bulky CRT monitor, he had been here countless times.
Especially when playing a human.
This place had been the starting zone.
The memories were vague, but the feeling remained.
He shook his head and pushed the useless sentiment aside, then stepped into the abbey.
It was quiet.
But as he moved deeper inside, discomfort began to spread from his left eye.
There weren't many people inside.
Most wore priestly robes.
Some were praying.
Others were busy with routine work.
At the very front, an elderly man knelt in prayer, murmuring softly.
A pale gold radiance flowed from his body.
It was also pale gold.
But unlike Noah's own glow, this one felt holy.
Pure.
Warm.
His own radiance carried pressure.
This one carried comfort.
The feeling was unmistakable.
Like standing beneath sunlight.
Noah's heart skipped a beat.
Even as the pain in his left eye intensified, he was shaken by the sensation.
Holy.
Sacred.
Pure.
Rejecting corruption.
Resisting darkness.
The impressions flooded his senses all at once.
He was almost certain.
This was what he had been searching for.
"The Holy Light..." Noah murmured.
Ignoring the looks around him, he slowly walked toward the old priest.
He didn't interrupt.
He simply stood there and closed his eyes.
As he sensed the power, he spoke inwardly to the system.
"Record this power."
For once, Noah felt genuinely lucky.
He hadn't expected to encounter this just by visiting the human starting zone.
This was the Holy Light.
There was no doubt.
As the radiance around the old man grew stronger, the pain in Noah's left eye intensified.
The restless dark power inside him stirred, on the verge of breaking free.
For a brief moment, Noah hesitated.
Could he really learn this?
He had accepted evolved dark power.
He had a counterfeit Deathwing sealed within him.
In terms of attributes, his power stood directly opposite the Holy Light.
He wasn't sure whether he could truly master it.
Or whether he would need to seal it, just like the dark power.
Control, at least, wasn't an issue.
Noah had long decided that he wouldn't submit to any power.
Especially not the Holy Light.
The Blood Elves were the perfect example.
They had used arcane methods to drain and wield the Light, creating the first Blood Knight Paladins.
That alone proved the Light was still a form of energy.
Yet after prolonged use, countless Blood Knights began to internalize the Light's philosophy.
They were influenced.
Assimilated.
Eventually, they offered their faith.
From that point on, their use of the Light was no different from humans or Draenei.
Noah remembered that lesson clearly.
One of the few things from Warcraft lore he still remembered well.
"The Light will trick you."
It wasn't just a saying.
It was a warning.
Long-term exposure subtly altered one's thoughts and spirit.
The Blood Elves hadn't anticipated it.
They hadn't guarded against it.
So they fell.
Noah had guarded himself from the very beginning.
He clung to his own beliefs.
In that sense, he was similar to certain human Paladins.
Some of them, after years of use, found ways to resist the Light's influence.
Others even abandoned their faith entirely and still retained the ability to wield the Holy Light-though in a weakened form.
Whether he could learn it or not soon became a moot question.
"If even the undead can learn the Holy Light, why can't I?" Noah thought calmly.
"I'm not walking the path of faith anyway. I'll take the Blood Elf route."
The system quickly recorded the circulation method of the Holy Light within the priest.
The gain was enormous.
Even if Noah never practiced it, having the method was invaluable.
Soon, the old man stirred.
"Greetings, Master Mage," he said gently, lifting his head with a warm smile.
"Have you come to pray?"
"I'm sorry, Master," Noah replied, shaking his head.
"I'm not a man of faith."
That much was true.
He believed in himself.
"Very much in line with a mage's mindset," the priest said calmly.
"Faith comes from the individual."
"My name is Alonsus Faol. It's rare to see a mage in the abbey. Especially..."
"Especially someone who carries dark power?" Noah finished for him.
He already knew.
To his surprise, the man before him was exactly who he thought.
Alonsus Faol.
The true core of the Silver Hand.
Internally, Noah was shaken.
Outwardly, he remained composed.
He stopped suppressing his aura.
There was no point.
With his left eye acting up, Faol had likely sensed it already.
"Yes," Alonsus Faol said softly.
"I didn't expect such honesty."
"Is that rare?" Noah crouched down.
The priest was kneeling.
Standing over him felt wrong.
"I never intended to hide it. I'm different from you all. I won't be influenced by power."
He said it without hesitation.
It was the truth.
Even the will embedded in power had already been stripped away by the system.
Alonsus Faol looked at him strangely.
He hadn't expected such words.
Not influenced by power?
He didn't argue.
He simply smiled.
Through the Light, he could sense that this mage wasn't evil.
"Very well," Alonsus Faol said.
"I wish you the best on your path of magic."
"May you remain true to yourself."
He lowered his gaze, preparing to return to prayer.
"Please wait, Master Faol," Noah said.
"Yes?" Faol opened his eyes slightly, his expression calm.
"As an elemental mage, I'm very curious about the Holy Light," Noah said.
"Could you let me feel it?"
Feel the Holy Light?
Alonsus Faol was stunned.
A mage carrying dark power wanted to experience the Light?
Did he intend to learn it?
The thought passed through his mind.
He smiled and shook his head.
Perhaps curiosity was all it was.
He hesitated.
Then decided there was no reason to refuse.
He could feel how dangerous this mage was.
If he wanted to, he could kill everyone in the abbey.
Faol wasn't even certain he was truly human.
The dark power within him was too deep.
Like an abyss.
"If I can guide him toward the Light, why not try?"
With that thought, Alonsus Faol slowly raised his hand.
A gentle golden glow bloomed in his palm.
Instantly, Noah felt as though he were bathing in sunlight.
It was a sensation he had never experienced before.
To his slight disappointment, Faol was clearly a pure priest.
Not a combat class.
The Light he wielded purged darkness-his left eye throbbed sharply-and healed.
Nothing more.
Still, Noah was satisfied.
He had finally experienced high-intensity, high-potential radiant power.
For the first time.
"So this is the Holy Light..." he murmured.
The comfort was intoxicating.
But at the peak of it, Noah snapped awake.
His gaze sharpened.
This power was dangerous.
If his will hadn't been strong enough, he might have fallen just now.
As the glow faded from Faol's hand, Noah stood.
His expression returned to calm.
He bowed slightly.
A pale gold radiance flickered around him.
Then, in the next instant, he vanished.
The abbey fell silent.
The priests stared, stunned.
Alonsus Faol was momentarily dazed.
Then he shook his head and laughed softly.
"What an interesting mage."
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