What is the meaning of life and civilization?
The answer lies in creativity and the diversity of ideas.
Different creatures and various races, with their vastly different thoughts and needs, are able to develop drastically different civilizations.
Magical civilizations, technological civilizations, philosophical civilizations, Poet Civilizations, and even all sorts of bizarre and incomprehensible civilizations.
The Void Lords, enemies that even the Titans could not defeat, would surely be able to find the answer once the number of civilizations reached a certain level. This is why the Void Lords sent the Old Gods to spread civilization.
You say the End Time will come?
Robbie, pondering the implications of the Walking Death's words, suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, that's certainly possible. Quickly send me to Azshara City; I must remind Her Majesty the Queen."
At this moment, Robbie no longer cared about his own safety. The destruction of Azeroth was imminent, and his personal life and death were insignificant.
The Walking Death took the mirror and opened a Portal within it.
Robbie teleported into the Portal and appeared before Queen Azshara.
"Your Majesty, beware of the Highfather Aman'Thul; he is the true End Time."
"Aman'Thul." The Queen's expression shifted, a flash of pain crossing her face.
"I considered that possibility, but I don't think he'll come. You see, I wasn't prepared. The Highborne can't stand against the Titans leader; I don't think he'll pay such a price."
Robbie shook his head vigorously, his tone very certain:
"Your Majesty, you've forgotten. Elune is a woman. Men are capable of anything for women, especially those they can't have. The Titans are merely powerful mortals. Aman'Thul has already fallen. Even Titans can go mad for blind love."
The blazing moon painted the sky crimson, and the defeat of Elune, was imminent.
Tyrande, Alexstrasza the Red Dragon Queen, Green Dragon Ysera, Blue Dragon Malygos all showed fear; in this great battle, they stood on the side of Elune.
How Queen Azshara, now victorious, will treat them will likely not be very kind.
Only Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, was shouting madly for some unknown reason, "You have no idea what you have done, Aman'Thul... I... saw... the... End Time."
At the Moon Goddess's most desperate moment, a cry for help came from the Above the Moon.
"Help?"
Whom did she turn to for help?
Queen Azshara's face paled rapidly. "Impossible, I can't believe this is true."
By this time, the Pantheon had long been defeated. Pantheon leader, the Highfather Aman'Thul, like the other Titans, had his physical body destroyed by Sargeras, and his soul captured and imprisoned deep within the Argus Planet Antorus on Argus.
Aman'Thul, now only a soul, could not possibly escape to save Elune.
But Aman'Thul is the master of time; he can traverse endless time, from the past to the future.
For a powerful Titans to traverse time and appear in another Timeline comes at an enormous cost, likely consuming the accumulated resources of the Titans race over countless years.
Queen Azshara did not believe that Aman'Thul would do something so irrational.
"Illidan!" Robbie looked at Illidan Stormrage beside the Queen and shouted, "I think you should understand what I'm saying. You must prepare for Her Majesty the Queen."
Queen Azshara had never experienced love; obsessed with magic, she had never loved anyone and could hardly understand that excruciating pain. But Illidan had once been caught in the whirlpool of love, understood. His gaze sharpened, and he said with deep feeling:
"If Tyrande is in mortal danger at Mount Hyjal, I will go to his rescue no matter what, even at the cost of my life. Yes, that's for sure. Aman'Thul will definitely come in person, and we must be prepared."
Illidan didn't know how to deal with an attack from a Titans, so he could only buff Azshara City with various defenses.
Queen Azshara stepped forward and calmly took Illidan's place. "Defense is useless against a Titans. The only way is to exploit his arrogance and Pride, but we are still doomed to lose."
Archimonde's expression changed drastically for some reason, and he immediately said to Mannoroth, "Mannoroth, prepare the Legion Portal immediately. We need to leave Azeroth."
Mannoroth, puzzled, blinked his small eyes and asked, "Master, the Moon Goddess is about to be defeated. With your relationship with Queen Azshara, we're sure to get a share of the spoils."
"I've received a message," Archimonde said solemnly, "An order from Sargeras."
Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, calmed down and murmured, "Here you come, here you come, you've finally come."
The Red Dragon Queen was bewildered; she was still worried about the Moon Goddess's defeat and racking her brains for a way to please Queen Azshara.
"Oh my god, what's that? That hurts!"
Suddenly, golden Flames erupted from the Red Dragon Queen's body, and her originally bloated form rapidly collapsed, revealing a slender figure.
"The divine fire is burning; I should not look directly at a god. All Dragonkin, close your eyes and bow your heads in reverence."
A golden fist appeared out of thin air and shattered the floating Azshara City with a single punch.
"Highfather, Aman'Thul."
Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, lowered his head with difficulty and suddenly spat out a ball of golden Flame, his eyes filled with fear.
When the Titans descended, the beings of Azeroth could not see their true forms.
His shadow obscured the brilliant starry sky; all light vanished, Flames could no longer illuminate the surroundings, the luminous pearls could no longer shine, fireflies lost their way, and Azeroth was plunged into absolute darkness.
Highfather, Darkest Night.
When night falls on the earth, the weak and vulnerable die silently, quickly turning into dust.
The slightly stronger creatures lay weakly on the ground, awaiting death.
"You've finally come, Aman'Thul. I thought you wouldn't." The Moon Goddess's voice carried a hint of complaint.
"This is a colossal conspiracy." The voice of the Highfather resounded throughout Azeroth, but only a few beings could hear what he was saying; to most creatures, it was just a tremendous roar.
"Sargeras secretly blocked your voice from traveling through time. When I heard your cry for help, it was at the critical moment when the Pantheon was under attack by the Burning Legion. I exhausted all of the Pantheon's defensive energy and traveled through time to get here. At this moment, the Pantheon is as fragile as paper in front of Sargeras. Originally, we could have easily defended against the Void Lords' attack."
"Sargeras really is a genius," Elune sneered.
Don't mention that the Betrayer; only my feelings for you are genuine.
Aman'Thul roared angrily, then consoled himself, "So be it. The Pantheon has fallen, and Eonar can't survive either. I've long been tired of her, and no one can stop us from being together anymore."
Elune's voice was full of authority and Pride as she spoke:
"You abandoned the Pantheon, your brothers and your partner, all to save me. I am grateful. Once I devour the World Soul of Azeroth, I will regain some of my power. In the near future, the entire universe will be ours, and I will repay you a billion times, trillion times."
The Highfather raised his palm, pointing it at the continental plates of Azeroth:
"Just being able to Anjing gaze at you is enough for me. After you devour the World Soul, I will completely erase Azeroth —past, present, and future—it never existed."