Mannoroth blinked, looking at his superior with a puzzled expression. "But our Pit Lord clan has also developed magic, so why haven't we seen these strange illusions on our ancestral planet in the Underworld?"
Archimonde chuckled and explained, "It's simple. You, like the people of Azeroth, only see a starry sky obscured by a force field."
"Impossible, impossible." Mannoroth shook his enormous head. "Don't let our clumsy appearance fool you. We've flown into outer space and successfully explored nearby planets. Our Underworld planet has never been visited by Titans."
"Do you think only Titans in the universe can construct stellar force fields?" Archimonde sneered.
"The Titans were incredibly powerful in your heart, but now you have seen the truth. If the universe is a primeval forest, we are just a swarm of buzzing locusts, and the Titans are merely a nest of chattering larks."
Mannoroth looked down at his enormous belly, which looked more like a grasshopper than a locust.
Archimonde's expression turned serious:
"Just like our Argus Planet, which was once inhabited by beings far more powerful Titans, who built a protective shield that covered the entire star system, you and I are simply living in a slightly larger cage."
Mannoroth began to understand. The Pit Lords' ancestral planet was located in the most remote and desolate part of the universe, a hellish world filled with battles and carnage. Their ships had never explored the edge of their star system.
Access to other universes is accomplished through Spatial Rifts, which is tantamount to moving from one cage to another.
Why would those powerful, incredible beings build these cages?
Mannoroth quickly thought of his ancestral planet. If he had known that the universe was so wonderful and bustling, the underworld probably wouldn't have been filled with war and slaughter.
The Elf Old Gods gazed in Azshara's direction and chuckled Evil, "Azshara, you're even more insane than I expected. It seems you already knew the secrets beyond the stars."
"Hehe."
A crisp laugh rang out, and Queen Azshara's flawless vision appeared above the Well of Eternity, gazing at the Elf woman, Old Gods, from afar.
"Truly cunning Old Gods, their every action is fraught with conspiracy. Are these rays the truth of the starry sky, or merely a trick to undermine our faith? I used the Black Moon to analyze, but to no avail."
What does "Azshara" mean?
Mannoroth was bewildered. Were these illusions merely a conspiracy by the Old Gods?
Anyone who knew that they were merely an insignificant creature smaller than an ant in the vastness of space, and that powerful beings could destroy their world with a single breath as they passed by, would be utterly devastated.
Knowing the truth must have been a huge blow to one's confidence, as Mannoroth deeply felt; for a moment, he was almost in despair.
Archimonde lowered his head in thought. He still remembered how Sargeras had revealed a corner of the starry sky to the Eredar, and how Archimonde and Kil'jaeden were so shocked. Only Velen remained unmoved, and then secretly led a part of his people to escape.
Could this really be Sargeras's scheme? The corrupted dark titan Sargeras, leader of the Burning Legion—Archimonde had absolutely no faith in his character.
Perhaps only Velen saw through the lie, which is why he led his people to flee.
The Elf Old Gods gazed silently at the illusion of Queen Azshara, a cunning smile playing on her lips:
"Take a guess?"
"I never believe in baseless speculation. One day, I will fly out into the stars myself to prove that you cannot shake my faith. Right now, I only care about one thing: defeating you."
Azshara's vision smiled knowingly and asked curiously:
"Who exactly are you? The Old Gods Xal'atath, Y'Shaarj, a fallen Titans, a deity who wields the power of nature? Of course, your identity is unimportant; what I know about you is enough."
The Elf Old Gods waved her hand dismissively:
"Your Night Elf race is developing too rapidly. If Y'Shaarj, C'Thun, and others saw this, they would be overjoyed. But for me, it would be a disaster. Therefore, I had to descend early and nip you in the bud."
"You're too late, Elune," Azshara said proudly. "We've achieved two crucial technological breakthroughs in a row, something we didn't even anticipate. You've set a trap for yourself."
"Is that so, Azshara? I will never be late, for I am Elune."
As large as a mountain range, the insects with their gaping mouths quickly spit out silk threads, wrapping themselves up to form a giant cocoon.
In just a moment, the cocoon successfully hatched, and out flew a plump moth, as large as a city.
The moth let out a whistling sound, and in the sky, the full moon Elune, slowly approached.
Archimonde looked up. The night sky was mostly covered by the moon, with only a few stars peeking out at the edges. He could clearly see the Un'Goro Craters, mountains, hills, basins, maria, and other features on the moon.
Azshara's illusion maintained its perfect smile, while inside the Royal Palace of Azshara City, the Highborne were already in complete chaos.
It's important to understand that Azeroth maintains a balanced Earth-Moon system with the two moons. If the distance changes and this balance is broken, unexpected disasters will occur.
"The Titans' planetary defenses have provided some stability, but the change in gravity is too great, the Tidal Power are unstable, and massive tsunamis are about to occur across Azeroth," Highborne reported in a panic.
"Use the Tidestone immediately to stabilize the tides," Queen Azshara commanded.
"A huge storm is brewing in the equatorial direction. My God, the wind force is expected to be stronger than we imagined," a Highborne said nervously.
"Command Elisande to use the Eye of Aman'Thul to dispel the great storm." Queen Azshara remained unmoved.
"The earth's crust is unstable; major earthquakes are imminent in many places!" a Highborne cried out.
Queen Azshara hesitated for a moment, then ordered, "Use the magic of the Well of Eternity to forcibly reinforce the earth's crust."
Upon hearing this, Xavius was greatly alarmed and quickly advised, "Your Majesty, the great battle with the Moon Goddess is imminent; we cannot waste the magic of the Well of Eternity!"
Queen Azshara smiled faintly, "It's alright, everything is within the calculations and won't affect the subsequent battle." Then, the Queen's expression tightened, "My only concern is the End Time."
The End Time.
This is why Robbie ventured into the space between life and death—he was determined to find out the true meaning of the End Times from Y'Shaarj and Bwonsamdi.
Bwonsamdi chuckled and asked Robbie: "Who is the Walking Death?"
Robbie answered without hesitation, "The Old Gods, Y'Shaarj."
"Unfortunately, your answer was wrong." Bwonsamdi shook his head regretfully, then grinned maliciously. "According to the rules, you will next be eaten by the Walking Death."
Robbie simply stared silently at Bwonsamdi. The massive figure hidden in the gray mist above him stirred slightly, then emitted an eerie sound:
"Bwonsamdi, your tricks aren't working. I haven't received any despair, nor have I felt any fear."
Bwonsamdi looked at Robbie with surprise, then suddenly said, "Damn, this tastes like Divine Language."
Robbie Blessing of Courage; he was confident in himself and fearless.
"I can't help you anymore, Bwonsamdi."
The Walking Death said with the same regret, "You need to learn to rely on yourself."