The Sky Shattered and the Earth Split Apart (II)

The leader of the Pantheon, the Highfather Aman'Thul, had skin as pure white gold and eyes that shone with a yellow light. He carried a massive staff on his back, topped with a Lightning symbol and crackling with electricity.

He had long, white hair, a beard that reached his waist, and a massive body that far exceeded the Azeroth Planet.

Ordinary beings rarely witness his true face, which demonstrates Aman'Thul's masterful control over power. Unlike the sun, he doesn't emit light and heat, but rather absorbs all energy into his body, without leaking a single bit out.

Light does not reflect off him; he is dark matter in the universe, and at certain times, he can even control the gravitational effects of his enormous mass.

Aman'Thul's palm was imbued with immense energy, the great wisdom of the Titans allowing him to instantly pinpoint the weakness of the Azeroth plate. Aman'Thul's voice boomed like Thunder:

"Azeroth, though you will grow into the most powerful Titans in the future, you are too weak now. Your past weakness is your original sin. Destroy, Azeroth, I will not repeat Sargeras's mistakes."

Sargeras' betrayal taught Aman'Thul a valuable lesson: in this universe, only the strongest are ultimately qualified to rule. Although Aman'Thul was older than Sargeras, his strength was far inferior.

Aman'Thul naturally attributed Sargeras's betrayal to the difference in their strength.

For the sake of his beloved Elune, and for his own future safety, Aman'Thul must destroy Azeroth to eliminate a potential threat.

A city quietly hides beneath the moon, Anjing floating in the air.

Aman'Thul's punch failed to shatter Azshara City. Queen Azshara, taking advantage of the Titans' Pride, summoned a massive meteorite from the Void to replace Azshara City and bear the brunt of the Titans' attack.

Logically, such a trick couldn't possibly fool a Titans, especially since Aman'Thul controls time and can see through its future course.

But his Pride made him disdain doing so. In his eyes, the Highborne were nothing but a swarm of ants, and Queen Azshara was merely the queen of ants. He was unwilling to exert his full strength to deal with a swarm of ants.

"We must make a decision, a difficult choice." Queen Azshara sensed a terrifying surge of magical power; in the history of the Night Elves, they had never encountered such a powerful enemy.

"Aman'Thul is about to destroy Azeroth. We have a chance to escape, but..."

The Queen hesitated, then looked at Robbie and asked solemnly, "Will Azeroth still exist ten thousand years from now?"

Robbie nodded solemnly.

Illidan's voice was deep and resolute as he said, "Queen, make up your mind. Even if she is Titans, we must fight her."

The descent of the gods affected everyone; the weak perished, the slightly stronger awaited their death, and even a top-tier powerhouse like Illidan experienced subtle changes in his body.

Queen Azshara took a deep breath; the future of her race was at stake, and she had to consider this carefully.

"Without effort and without paying the price, there will be no future. The future is not predetermined; the past and the future are interdependent. Only when we give our all can Azeroth have any hope of being saved. If we give up today, then everything will be over, and no one will remember the existence of this planet."

In fact, the Highborne had long been prepared for the defeat of the Moon Goddess, and had built many secret bases in the depths of the ocean, with hundreds of Portals leading to several distant other worlds.

Xavius calmly stated, "If we escape today, although the Night Elf race may continue, we will essentially be dead—a race without hope, destined for elimination."

Another Highborne advised:

"Yes, Your Majesty, even if defeat is inevitable, we must fight and not lose our confidence in victory. We have failed countless times along the way. To directly confront a god is the greatest test of life and death, and also the best opportunity for Metamorphosis. If we overcome this challenge, the gains from this battle will be enough to make our Night Elf race one of the strongest races in the universe."

"Yes, challenging a god is a crisis, but also the best opportunity. If we survive, the gains we make in this battle will be immense," Queen Azshara sighed deeply.

"I know this principle all too well, but the gap between us and the Highfather is too great. Even if we are lucky, we can only withstand it three times. Three times, and we may all die."

Finally, Queen Azshara gritted her teeth and made up her mind:

"Let's begin. Perhaps no one will remember our courage today, but we've done our part. The future can only be created and fought for with our own hands. Respectable and lovable compatriots, let us fight for Azeroth."

The Titans's massive hand aimed directly at the weakest point of the Azeroth slab and slammed down. Azeroth's Starry Sky Defenses, after all, were established by the Pantheon and were nothing in front of the Highfather Aman'Thul.

Suddenly, a small city appeared beside the Titans's giant hand. The Azshara City, which was thought to have been destroyed, reappeared and spewed green Fel energy at the Titans's hand.

"The power of Fel."

This level of Fel couldn't harm Aman'Thul in the slightest, but he hated this power; it was Fel him taste defeat.

The enraged Titans abruptly stopped his descending hand and fiercely grabbed at the Azshara City in mid-air.

Aman'Thul used his special ability to freeze time. In that brief instant, time stood still, and Azshara City had nowhere to escape, crushed into ashes by the Titans's giant hand.

Something was wrong. Aman'Thul, now serious, sensed it; he had only crushed a shell.

"Aman'Thul's fall is one of our few remaining hopes."

Queen Azshara said calmly:

"A god should be devoid of any emotional fluctuations, neither good nor evil, without desires or wants, acting solely based on absolute reason and powerful divine logic. If he were such an enemy, we would have been defeated long ago. Emotions have clouded Aman'Thul's judgment and wisdom. Although he is powerful, in terms of wisdom, we are equal."

Once tainted by emotions, even a god falls into the trap of mortalism.

The Azshara City appeared beside the Titans's giant hand, opening a massive Spatial Rift that connected to the endless Void. The Azshara City immediately entered the Spatial Rift.

"A tiny ant, trying to escape?"

Anger was Aman'Thul's first weakness, Queen Azshara quickly seized on his second emotional fluctuation: vanity. Having failed twice in front of the woman he loved, how could Aman'Thul accept this?

The Titans's giant hand immediately gave chase, grabbing fiercely into the Spatial Rift.

"Not good!"

Reason compelled Aman'Thul to immediately withdraw his hand. He knew all too well that countless terrifying beings lurked in the Void, and a lone Titans would be in trouble if entangled by the endless stream of powerful creatures in the Void.

The Queen shook her head in disappointment and said with a wry smile, "I've failed. It's indeed difficult to deceive a god."

"Aman'Thul, are you an idiot?" Elune, said unhappily. "Ignore the cunning Azshara; she's nothing but a Liuliu eel. Hurry up and destroy Azeroth; I can't wait any longer."