Almost no sane person would waste a Hero's Soul on such garbage skills, but the Berserk Gandalf defied convention. To fully cosplay Gandalf, even his skills were tailored to the type Gandalf would have.
And now, unexpectedly, it had a miraculous effect.
A dazzling white light enveloped everything.
Damn it! Archimonde clutched his eyes and roared in anger.
"Now's the time!"
The heroes hidden in the surrounding forest simultaneously revealed themselves. Cenarius exerted his full strength to hurl Grommash Hellscream—Fearless Strike!
Leveraging the power of the throw, Grom shot toward Archimonde like a cannonball, raising the Ashbringer high in his hands, his target unmistakably Archimonde's chest area, near the heart.
