Chapter 32

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Chapter 032: The Sharpness of the Holy Light

The two people went through the crowd and arrived in the basement. The priest took Jesse to a secluded spot, extended his hand, and presented a golden light in front of Jesse’s eyes.

When the light shone on him, Jesse felt his heart tighten suddenly, his eyes blinded by a burst of white light. He instinctively took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. He waited for the light to fade, and it took a while before he regained his senses.

"Indeed, it is an early sign of the Poison of Undeath, sir. What is your name?"

"Jesse Seso."

"Mr. Seso," the priest said, "Next, I will purify you. The process may be very painful. You will feel like your body is being burned by flames, but this is a necessary step to purify the corpse poison in you. You have come a little late. If things don’t go smoothly, you may need to undergo purification multiple times…"

"Let’s try once." Jesse said.

The priest nodded and said, "Take off your shirt."

Jesse took off his clothes and hung them on the side. The priest placed his hand on Jesse’s chest, slowly closed his eyes, and Jesse suddenly asked, "Is it free?"

"The only requirement is for you to keep hope in your heart throughout the process and trust us, sir."

"If I think more positively in my heart, will it help the Holy Light work on me?"

"Of course it will help," the priest slowly opened his eyes and said, "Many people do not believe in the Holy Light, and do not think that a warm, positive attitude can elicit a stronger response from the Holy Light… But they believe that negative, depressive thoughts, or feelings of fear and despair can stir shadows and breed dark forces, isn’t this a contradiction?"

Despite living in Azeroth for so many years, Jesse had no idea how the Holy Light could heal wounds. So, he had various doubts about what the priest was about to do next.

Yet his past experiences told him to trust the advice of professionals no matter what. Since the priest’s words made sense, he decided to give it a try.

Not to mention, Jesse had no money to buy Elemental Earth, let alone Restorative Potion. The quickest, most effective, and cheapest way to seek treatment now was to ask for help from the Holy Light Church.

Of course, he truly held hope in his heart.

After all, this time he was not alone in seeking aid from the Holy Light; there was a priest helping him… The Holy Light couldn’t possibly not respond.

Thinking about this, he closed his eyes and gradually felt his chest getting warm and hot.

The priest whispered, "Holy Light, I pray that you release this brave young man from the pain that surrounds him, free him from the grip of the dead. I will stand by him in this trial. Thank you, Holy Light, for helping me defeat his fears and pains, thank you for helping him overcome his own fears and pains. He has come to seek your help in your sanctuary. Does this mean he is on the right path? I trust him and believe he will see the light, witness…"

She didn’t know how long she had been reciting, she started over again, and Jesse’s pain deepened.

Jesse knew that the priest and Paladins had the power to cure the undead poison, so he had no doubts or resistance. But after a while, he began to feel that the burning sensation in his chest was getting worse, like it was getting hotter and never-ending.

The heat spread slowly throughout his body, limbs. He began to feel like he was being tormented and punished, tied to a chair or a board, enduring endless cruelty, and the Holy Light was the whip, the tongs, the spikes.

"It hurts…" in a daze, he unconsciously pleaded, "I don’t think I can bear it, priest."

"I will stand by you in this trial." The priest opened her eyes, and in her periphery, Jesse saw her gaze firm and intense.

A sudden burst of flames erupted from his chest, rushing to his head. Jesse yelled uncontrollably and almost jumped, leaning against the wall breathing heavily.

The walls, the air, grew cold and damp, chilling him to the bone. He grabbed his discarded clothes and wrapped himself in them, but it was of little help.

However, soon he realized that he wasn’t as excited by the surrounding environment anymore, the fuzzy feeling and dizziness disappeared.

He looked at his skin, the dark and purple veins from before had also lightened.

"I feel much better now."

Despite the joy, Jesse noticed that the priestess’s expression had become more serious.

Could it be that the results of the treatment weren’t as good as he had imagined?

"Is there a problem?"

The priestess said sadly, "It’s much better than expected, it means you have gained the favor of the Holy Light… It’s just that, while the Holy Light is willing to heal your illness, it is difficult to illuminate your path forward, Mr. Seso."

"I don’t quite understand."

Jesse didn’t know what the priestess meant, but based on these words, he could guess what had happened.

Maybe he hasn’t discovered warlock magic, shadow, or fel magic yet, but the Holy Light has sensed his inclination.

If that’s true, then this Holy Light really has something special.

The priestess softly cautioned, "My abilities are limited, I can’t interpret what the Holy Light is showing me. But I’ll try to convey its wishes – no matter what choices you make in the future, always remember to stay true to yourself, don’t stray from your original intentions."

"I will remember," Jesse promised, but he didn’t pay much attention.

After all, he had heard similar words countless times before, from teachers, parents, and bosses since he was young. But he didn’t know what his true self was, nor did he know his original intentions, so he didn’t bother to carefully think about what they were trying to say.

Jesse thanked the priestess and left the building, it started to drizzle outside.

The king’s entourage had already dispersed, the nobles and guards at Cathedral Square had left, and the crowd resumed entering and exiting. Some people were hiding in the wall openings leading to Cathedral Square, chatting while seeking shelter from the rain.

Walking back, Jesse looked at the canal splitting in front of him, one towards Stormwind Keep and the other rushing towards the sewers leading outside the city. For some reason, he thought of the priest’s words just now.

The energies of World of Warcraft, whether it’s the Holy Light, shadow, fel magic, or Arcane, necromancy, or even nature’s power, will inevitably influence the user’s mind and even their character to some extent.

And among these shadows and fel magic have the most influence. Users inevitably tend to become paranoid, irritable, and suspicious, doubting everything around them, hating everything around them, ultimately dragging themselves and their loved ones into a painful abyss.

Yet, how many people initially sought to learn these powers to become saviors, to defeat the evil that they could not defeat themselves, to make the world a better place.

Including him, he previously wanted to tread the path of Black Magic, to prove his abilities, to possess greater power, to survive and live better in this city.

But isn’t this the first step in the tragic life of every character in World of Warcraft?

He never thought about the consequences of wielding these powers, how to control himself after possessing such extraordinary energy, and how to return if he truly ventures into unpredictable places.

Jesse looked back at the small building next to Cathedral Square, the silhouette of the building becoming blurry in the rain. A priestess had just walked out with a group of priests, she noticed him and stopped to gaze back.

The air was getting cooler, autumn seemed imminent, Jesse tightened his worn shirt around himself.

It seemed too worrying now to think about changing because of power, after all, he didn’t know any spells yet.

But realizing that problems were waiting for him now was much better than everything spiraling out of control, waking up suddenly in irredeemable pain.

Thinking about this, Jesse nodded to the priest, who nodded back before leaving with their colleagues.