N'Zoth's spirit resided within the White Stag Malorne, gazing up at the great battle raging in the sky.
He was, after all, an Old Gods, capable of looking directly at a Titans.
"Twice, Azshara has delayed the Highfather Aman'Thul's attacks twice, even though it was pointless." N'Zoth pondered for a moment before arriving at his answer.
"Is it all just for dignity? Azeroth is about to be destroyed, the End Time coming. Rather than Anjing waiting for death, it's better to fight to the death, to fight for dignity. How interesting. The Old Gods were born for the World Soul. If the World Soul is destroyed, what meaning will my existence have?"
Although White Stag Malorne's body was as large as a mountain, N'Zoth hated that this body was too weak, and could not even fight a final battle for dignity.
He looked back at the Burning Legion, one after another the Legion Portals opened, and the Burning Legion left the soon-to-be-destroyed Azeroth. Archimonde took one last look at the world, then disappeared into the Portal without looking back.
A Titans who controls time can easily erase the cause and effect with this world. The memories of the Burning Legion's soldiers, numerous generals, and even Archimonde the Defiler can be altered at will in front of Aman'Thul.
"The power of time is so great that it can erase everything," N'Zoth exclaimed.
Aman'Thul's palm gathered power once more; this time, he was determined not to be disturbed.
Is it all over?
N'Zoth closed his eyes, quietly awaiting the end of the world.
"Here you go, N'Zoth."
A colossal creature descended from the sky, and a very familiar sensation washed over him—it was N'Zoth's body, slowly floating above his head.
"Queen Azshara, this is a final, desperate battle, like moths to a flame, knowing defeat is inevitable, yet she will lead the Highborne to the very end."
Having regained his body, N'Zoth felt no joy; instead, he began to contemplate the question of dignity.
The Azshara City descended slowly, requiring a short period of acceleration to buffer the descent.
The moment Aman'Thul's palm struck, the entire city was engulfed in raging flames. The energy of the Well of Eternity erupted in full force, propelling Azshara City into the sky like a shooting star.
The Highborne of Aisa City were all fired up, unleashing their strongest spells and pushing their speed to the limit in a massive collision between heaven and earth.
"Can it stop it?" N'Zoth asked uncertainly.
"Can it stop it?" the Walking Death murmured to itself.
"Can it hold them off?" Within the Titans's seal, Yogg-Saron strained a portion of his power, gazing nervously at the sky.
"Really, it can stop it!" In distant Silithus, a giant eye gazed at the sky.
In the instant before the Titans's giant hand reached out, Queen Azshara waved her hand, teleporting away hundreds of thousands of Highborne from Azshara City, leaving only Illidan, Xavius, Robbie behind.
"Do you hate me for leaving you here?" Queen Azshara chuckled. "You see, even my power has its limits. At this crucial moment, I need someone to assist me."
Illidan calmly said, "It is a great honor for me to die alongside Her Majesty the Queen."
Queen Azshara glanced at Robbie and said calmly, "At the last moment, I can still cast a teleportation spell, but at the same time, the Titans' power will turn us to dust. Perhaps, there will still be a sliver of a chance."
A silent collision, without sound or flash.
The sky shattered instantly, revealing a dark and distorted Void, like an ugly scar slowly healing itself.
The Well of Eternity, which had accompanied the Night Elves for countless years, exploded, the immense force causing the Titans's body to tremble.
Aman'Thul looked at his palm. This power was not enough to harm a Titans; it only made his palm slightly numb. Aman'Thul frowned. All three attacks had failed.
"What a tenacious life! But it's all meaningless."
Aman'Thul chuckled coldly. Regardless, Azshara City was ultimately destroyed.
"Fool, stop wasting time!" Elune, grumbled in a shrill voice. "You're supposed to be the master of time, don't you know that time brings countless possibilities?"
"Azeroth has no chance left. No one can stop me." Aman'Thul gathered his power once more.
Just as his hand was about to strike, Aman'Thul saw a pesky dark shadow.
"Aman'Thul, have you forgotten me? I am N'Zoth, the Fiend of a Thousand Maws."
Nourished by the near-endless magic of the Well of Eternity, N'Zoth's body became exceptionally large, even surpassing the moon in the sky.
Having gained control of his body, N'Zoth retracted all his tentacles and shot into the sky like a sphere.
"N'Zoth, the Old Gods."
Aman'Thul took a deep breath. He was about to face an Old Gods. Although he had personally torn apart the most powerful Y'Shaarj in ancient times, he knew very well that he would have to exert more effort against such an enemy.
It's important to understand that Titans itself is a planetary fortress, and every move it makes requires a huge amount of energy. Each attack must be precisely calculated to avoid excessive depletion.
It was still a single palm strike, but this time it carried an extraordinary force.
N'Zoth was brimming with confidence. He felt he was even stronger than Y'Shaarj had been. Although he couldn't defeat the Highfather Aman'Thul, he could at least stall for time.
The dignity of an Old Gods must not be trampled upon.
"That fool N'Zoth, that incompetent wretch, he has no idea what kind of being he's facing." The Walking Death shook his head regretfully. "Fortunately, I left some backup plans in Pandaria."
Bwonsamdi exclaimed in surprise, "No, that's your only hope for resurrection!"
" With Azeroth destroyed, what meaning do I have left as this broken soul?" The Walking Death seemed to have realized something. "Perhaps only after utterly losing hope can I willingly enter the world of the dead. My power may be far inferior to N'Zoth's now, but I still understand Aman'Thul better than this fool."
In the snow-covered Ulduar, Yogg-Saron's tentacles are speaking with the Guardian Loken:
"Even that Imp N'Zoth is willing to fight for his honor. I don't want to die here in disgrace. Release me from this seal! When the End Time comes, you Guardians will also perish, just like Y'Shaarj's death, which dragged down countless Titans Legions."
"I don't understand, does dignity really have any meaning? You can only buy yourself some time; you can't change the outcome," Locke, the Guardian of wisdom, asked, puzzled.
"The meaning of life lies in fighting, in creating opportunities for other beings to rise."
Yogg-Saron said Anjing:
"In my darkest memories, there are tales of the darkest corners of the universe, where the Void Lords's Void Legion relentlessly battles an unknown enemy, with countless beings like myself perishing every moment. The peace and Anjing of this universe are bought with the delaying tactics of the Void forces. Battle and sacrifice are the eternal truths of the universe. Let me out, even if I can only delay for a second, my life will be without regret."
"Very well, as you wish, Yogg-Saron, Fiend of a Thousand Throats." Loken smiled bitterly, "See, the other Guardians wouldn't make this decision; only I have fallen."