Living beings are divided into male and female, male and female, and so on. The fundamental purpose is to reproduce and ensure the continuation of the species.
But why do Titans, beings at the pinnacle of the universe, also have males and females?
Is it possible to give birth to baby Titans?
The answer is probably no, although Robbie isn't entirely sure either.
Naturally conceived creatures shouldn't even have genders; for them to form mates is practically a crime.
Robbie sensed that there was a big problem here.
"That's Corruption," explained the Walking Death.
"Gods can Corruption living beings, and conversely, living beings can Corruption gods. In their contact with mortal beings, they have picked up all sorts of vices. For example, Titans are all life forms of the same level and are few in number. They should not have any distinction of rank, but the Pantheon has a leader and forces the weaker Titans to transform into women to become his companions. This is something that only lower life forms need. I don't know when the Titans also learned vanity."
Bwonsamdi chimed in, "Look at Y'Shaarj, N'Zoth, C'Thun, Yogg-Saron —they're all genderless because there's no need for it. Only Xal'atath transformed herself into a woman."
"Originally, before we joined forces to banish her, Xal'atath had no gender," Walking Death added.
Gods were originally transcendent and free from emotions and desires. However, when they came into contact with mortals and were Corruption by them, they acquired emotions and desires. At that point, they ceased to be gods and became merely powerful mortals.
At this moment, the battle between Elune, the Elune, and Queen Azshara took a turn.
Once the moon was enveloped by the black network of Spatial Rifts, it could no longer move an inch, or it would be cut into countless fragments. A boundless magical power emanated from the Well of Eternity.
Dark magic swirled, and all the Highborne on casting spells, while Queen Azshara remained seated on her throne, eyes closed in meditation.
One after another, black orbs of light flew out and entered the surface of the moon. As soon as a black orb came into contact with it, the moon's crust would turn into Void.
The Walking Death nodded. "Void Seal. Azshara wants to seal the Elune, putting her in a semi-exile state. It's an extremely powerful spell, and not many in the Void know it."
"Damn it, I knew Y'Shaarj's power was unreliable."
The enormous head slowly closed its eyes, and a moth flew out of its mouth. The next head turned around, swallowed the moth whole, and slowly opened its eyes, which shone brightly, emitting an even stranger sound:
"In this crucial battle, I must rely solely on my own strength, Tyrande. Catch me."
The Demon Soul teleported precisely to Tyrande reached out but unfortunately failed to catch it.
The Demon Soul fell to the ground, and Tyrande had to bend down to pick it up. In that brief moment, she seized a rare opportunity.
The queen on the throne opened her eyes. "Xavius, the Moon Goddess has lifted the restrictions on spatial teleportation. The Elves of Mount Hyjal are also our kin. Give them a choice."
Having transformed into Satyr Xavius quickly cast a spell.
Tyrande held the Demon Soul high and shouted:
"Night Elves of Mount Hyjal, you have succumbed to the power of Fel, transforming into this hideous form. Life has lost its meaning for you. For Elune, for Azeroth, Consecration your insignificant and humble lives. Your lives were originally filled with boredom, but Moon Goddess has given you the opportunity to Consecration yourselves, making your deaths meaningful and valuable."
The Demon Soul shone brightly, and at the same time, Xavius's magic took effect, opening Portals to each Night Elf had received Fel.
In that instant, countless possibilities arose. Some devout believers in the Moon Goddess hesitated for a moment before being swallowed by the bright light. Others remained in a wait-and-see attitude, unable to make up their minds, and could not escape the light of the Demon Soul.
Only a few who were determined to escape seized this fleeting opportunity and hurriedly slipped into the Portal.
The Portal transported them thousands of miles away; less than one-tenth of the total number of Satyr escaped with their lives.
The bright moonlight was actually a teleportation spell, sending the light to the giant mouth on the moon, where it chewed violently, blood and flesh splattering everywhere. Soon, a powerful aura of Fel emanated from the Above the Moon.
This is the power of Xal'atath, the Thousand-Maw Demon. By devouring the Night Elves of Mount Hyjal who absorbed Fel, he mastered the use of Fel. The entire moon is covered in green Fel, preparing to cast some kind of magic.
Archimonde was most familiar with this magic. "The Legion's teleportation spell; Elune wants to escape her cage."
Mannoroth had long since regained his senses. He nervously got up from the ground and looked at Archimonde with fear. He could tell that his superior had not blamed him for his rudeness, which reassured him a lot. He then began to think of flattering words.
Queen Azshara's voice echoed once more across the vast region:
"Elune, you can't escape. You shouldn't have used Fel in front of me. My understanding of Fel far surpasses yours. Surrender."
A beam of green light shot out from the Well of Eternity, shattering the Fel that enveloped the moon's surface.
The statue's face completed its final chew and swallowed forcefully.
"Haha, Azshara, I never intended to run away; I was merely providing cover for eating."
"It's Dragonkin, Your Majesty," Highborne reminded her.
Below, the Five Dragonflights — Red Dragon, Green Dragonflight, Bronze Dragonflight, and Blue Dragonflight— were mostly gone. Only Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, spread his enormous wings and withstood the radiance of the Demon Soul, saving the Black Dragonflight from destruction.
"Neltharion, what are you doing? Do you want to destroy Azeroth?" The Red Dragon Queen roared in fury. While the other Dragon Kings were grieving for the sacrifice of their people, the Red Dragon Queen remained indifferent.
Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, breathed heavily, the battle against the Demon Soul having drained him of much of his strength, but his expression remained proud. "Alexstrasza, the Dragonkin will perish because of you sooner or later."
The statue's face seemed to savor the delicious taste of the four Dragonflights: "Dragonkin, Guardians left behind by the Titans, natural users of magic. I wonder if you, Azshara, can withstand my use of their magic?"
The lunar crust cracked open, revealing tens of thousands of tentacles of varying sizes.
Each tentacle was brewing different magic: the life magic of the Red Dragon, the dream power of the Green Dragonflight, the Arcane abilities of the Blue Dragonflight, the time magic of the Bronze Dragonflight, plus the power of Fel, pouring down on Azshara City like a torrential rain.
"Elune, although you are a god, and your will is undoubtedly incredibly strong, with no one able to oppose you, you are merely an individual, no match for hundreds of thousands of Highborne. Before the collective wisdom of the masses, even gods must yield."
The black waters of the Well of Eternity spun rapidly. Each Highborne in Azshara City was assigned to their area of expertise. The Magic City of Azshara had a vast field of magical research, and there were corresponding countermeasures for the tens of thousands of spells cast by Elune. With each magical fluctuation, they were quickly deciphered.
Despite the Moon Goddess's relentless pouring of magic, Azshara's passive defense, only Elune herself knew that she was completely at a disadvantage, and her magic was unable to harm Azshara City.
Moreover, her magic is not inexhaustible; it will eventually run out.
Robbie looked at Bwonsamdi: "Continue our deal."