Sylvanas steps into the beam of light, and her undead red eyes are suddenly changed to gold. Fiery, golden wings burst from her back, and her armor is changed to take on a more divine appearance. Her hand trembles as she picks up the Ashbringer in one hand and the Doomhammer in the other. Somehow, both weapons found her worthy, and they burned with a power unlike ever seen before. Tyrande, awed, hangs her head in shame and turns, looking over to Anduin. “You were right… My King,” she says, kneeling. “She was the one to save us all, all along… Had I allowed my vengeance to overtake my heart, I would have doomed Azeroth.” Anduin places an understanding hand on Tyrande’s shoulder. “It’s alright, Tyrande,” he says, smiling, his expression indicating that all is forgiven. Then, Sylvanas approaches from behind them, and Tyrande rises, head still hanging in shame. “You were correct, Sylvanas,” said Tyrande. “If not for the souls of Teldrassil… The Void Lords would have had their way with our world.” Sylvans nods. “You are forgiven, Tyrande,” says Sylvanas, putting a hand on the Night Elf’s cheek tenderly. Then, suddenly, the dark leaves Tyrande’s eyes as the Night Warrior’s cursed hold on her is broken. “The false goddess Elune can harm you no longer,” says Sylvanas. “Be one with the Light.” Tyrande, her eyes radiating a pure golden light, raises her head proud and nods. “For the Light,” says the former Priestess of the Moon. “For the Light,” says High King Anduin, lord of the combined Alliance and Horde coalition. Sylvanas then turns to face the coming Void Armada, and raises the Ashbringer high. “For Azeroth!” she cries.