The Ashbringer had been corrupted again: the pure heart of hope that had been cleansed so long ago defiled, and turned once again into an evil and corrupt thing. The Kirin Tor’s philosophy of “the end justifies the means”, which had been their marching orders throughout the Burning Legion’s third invasion, as well as their impetus behind allying with the Betrayer, had played out even among the Silver Hand. Hope was lost.

Driven by the desire to kill from the shard of darkness that the blasphemer Timmolain had made, Learrah Summersisle threw herself into the thickest of the Horde’s enemies. One thousand souls – demon hunters, warriors, hunters, priests, death knights, even fellow paladins – fed the evil that had been brought upon this world. It became too much to contain: the Kirin Tor had made a mistake unleashing such darkness upon the world. But they would never admit to their mistakes: they never admitted to being complicit in Kael’thas’ imprisonment, or the expulsion of the Sunreavers, why should they admit to being wrong now?

With the last vestige of her will, Learrah remembered the place where Lady Liadrin, her former superior and now champion in this war, had been purified. Taking a pilgrimage back to Quel’Danas, she bathed the Ashbringer in the light of the Sunwell. The fel was purged, and in its place, the blackened blade glowed once again with the Holy Light.