A tentacle extended and took the Demon Soul from Tyrande's hand.
At the top of the Old Gods's body, flesh and blood writhed and coalesced into a beautiful Night Elf, dressed in an emerald green robe.
This is the manifestation of Old Gods in Elf form. The Old Gods certainly had good taste; this Night Elf is beautiful and captivating, with an intoxicating smile on her lips. She holds the Demon Soul in her hand, her cold gaze fixed on the earth.
"Humble ants of Azeroth." The voice of the Old Gods echoed for miles, clearly audible to every living being, filled with mockery:
"You have multiplied and thrived on this land, fighting with your neighbors for the smallest gains, your hearts filled with bloodlust. Generation after generation has lived on this land, your hands stained with the blood of your neighbors. Have you ever thought about what lies beyond the stars?"
"Do you really think that there are only these pitiful stars in the sky? You are just Titans pets locked in a cage. You have no idea how wonderful and dangerous the outside world is."
In the Burning Legion's camp, Archimonde narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with seriousness.
"It's here, it's here. It seems she really doesn't care about anything anymore; she's actually committed such a grave offense." Archimonde looked again at the sky above the Well of Eternity, at the slowly rotating Black Moon:
"Of course, in terms of sheer madness, the Old Gods cannot compare to Queen Azshara."
"What taboo?" Mannoroth was truly confused this time.
Archimonde's lips curled into a mysterious smile, "Do you know why we Eredar chose to serve Sargeras? It's because Sargeras opened up a corner of the starry sky for me, Kil'jaeden, and Velen."
"What is that corner of the starry sky?" Mannoroth asked.
"You'll understand soon enough." Archimonde glanced at the Burning Legion's camp, shaking his head regretfully. "Is this luck or misfortune? Sometimes, the more you know, the more confused you become."
The Old Gods, in his Night Elf form, raised the Demon Soul and declared in a resounding voice, "Today, I will show you the true starry sky. Do not thank me; this is the final meaning of your lives. At least you will understand the truth."
The Demon Soul emitted a bright light, a milky white beam shooting straight into the sky, reaching the outer heavens before stopping at a transparent barrier.
Looking up, one can clearly see a ripple appearing in the night sky above, spreading for thousands of kilometers.
That was a protective barrier left behind by the Titans.
The Old Gods of Night turned his head, looked at the hundreds of thousands of trembling Humans, like lambs to the slaughter, and chuckled:
"Poor Humans, you were originally Earthen beings created by the Titans from Vitality stones. The power of the Titans is hidden within you. The Curse of Flesh has allowed you to multiply generation after generation, and the Titans Power is inexhaustible. Do you think this is good fortune? You are wrong. This is merely the will of the Titans."
"Relinquish your Titans Power, revert to your primal form, a bunch of foolish stones, and reverse the Curse of Flesh."
The Demon Soul unleashed countless rays of light, and in that instant, hundreds of thousands of Dwarves swiftly turned to stone. Specks of light emerged from their bodies, gathering together to form a giant, transparent key that was a thousand meters long.
The power of the moon enveloped the giant key, which soared into the sky.
The sound of gears turning filled the air, and all the races present thought they had misheard.
The Five Dragon Kings looked up at the night sky, and the transparent shield in outer space suddenly lit up, with countless closely interlocking gear patterns on it, slowly rotating.
A clear, transparent Titans appeared in the sky, looking down at the earth. The transparent Titans took the enormous key and quietly awaited instructions.
The Old Gods, a woman of the night, gazed up at the sky, taking a special look at the ever-approaching moon Elune, before reciting a string of obscure words.
The Five Dragon Kings, Archimonde, and Tyrande, who was by the side of the Old Gods, all wanted to write down these words, but they soon found that their minds were blank and they could not remember anything.
After receiving the order, the transparent Titans inserted the giant key into the center of a gear and then slowly disappeared.
The gear pattern spun rapidly and receded quickly, creating a massive hole in the Titans's shield, over three thousand kilometers in diameter, centered on the Magic City of Azshara.
Looking up at the sky again, the night sky seemed brighter tonight.
Mannoroth stared wide-eyed at the bright sky.
Suddenly, he saw a colossal beast similar in form to himself, wielding a spear and waging war across the universe. The beast stood on four suns, its size terrifying; the Azeroth Planet was but a Mili before it.
However, this behemoth was just one of thousands of Warriors, fighting against an incredible being.
Before the eyes of Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, appeared a gigantic, fiery dragon-like creature. Its eyes were two slowly rotating star systems, the stars merely its pupils. Its wingspan was measured in light-years, and with each flap, countless planets were destroyed.
"What do I see?" Mannoroth asked his superior, Archimonde.
"What kind of terrifying creature is that?" Alexstrasza had no one to ask, so she could only mutter to herself.
Archimonde the Defiler stared at the sky, just as he had seen it more than ten thousand years ago. He saw a colossal spaceship with a diameter measured in light-years, and every creature on it was as large as a star.
Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, stared in astonishment at the sky. What he saw was a creature with five heads, resembling Dragonkin. Each of the creature's five mouths was a black hole, its gaping maw devouring the surrounding galaxies.
Only the Five Dragon Kings, Mannoroth, and Archimonde, at their level, can see some strange illusions; other beings can only notice that the night sky seems somewhat different tonight.
"Only light comes from the universe," Archimonde explained softly. "Light has traveled through the universe for countless ages, and what we see is the universe from countless ages ago, and the beings that lived in that universe."
Mannoroth felt slightly relieved. If there truly was a being standing on four suns, even Titans and Void Lords would be no match for it. He then said with confidence:
"Thankfully, they're all dead."
Archimonde gazed at the night sky and murmured, "Wrong, most of them are still alive?"
"What, still alive?"
Mannoroth felt a chill run down his spine.
Above the Well of Eternity, the Black Moon suddenly disappeared—not vanished, but became invisible to the naked eye, as countless rays of light from outer space were absorbed by it.
Then, patterns appeared in the night sky.
Archimonde, Mannoroth, and the Five Dragon Kings all saw it, but there were countless other, even more terrifying images: hundreds of spaceships tens of light-years long engaged in fierce battle; behemoths hundreds of light-years long roaming the sea of stars; and a terrifying tentacle extending from a star cluster hundreds of thousands of light-years in diameter.
The many creatures present stared in amazement at the pattern in the night sky, unable to believe it was real.
"This is the magic of star projection, transforming received light signals into images and information for mortals to see. Life is a miracle in the universe, civilization is a miracle of life, and magic and technology are miracles within civilization."
Archimonde sighed repeatedly:
"The universe is so vast, with countless civilizations rising and falling. As long as one can continuously research magic or technology for a few hundred years, one can receive signals from these cosmic spheres. Once one knows how bustling the cosmos is, who would care about the land beneath their feet?"