"A swift and decisive victory."
Queen Azshara gave the order; it was a choice made out of necessity.
The Old Gods N'Zoth, despite his body being larger than the moon, was still like a mouse before a giant cat in the face of the mighty Titans.
In terms of attack power, defense, and endurance, N'Zoth is at a significant disadvantage.
In a battle with no hope of victory, all Azshara's side needed was to wound the Titans, or at least make him bleed.
A series of symbols appeared before Illidan, representing the innate abilities possessed by the Old Gods.
The power of the Old Gods is hidden within their dark bloodline; they are born with various powerful abilities without needing to learn them.
However, there are many inherited talents in one's bloodline, some powerful and some weak. Due to differences in their growth after birth, the Old Gods possessed many heaven-defying and powerful talents that they were unable to unleash throughout their lives.
The Highborne were very familiar with N'Zoth's body and had long since analyzed the myriad of abilities within him.
We need to act quickly; we only have one chance to strike.
Illidan faced a choice. He initially chose assassination-related talents, but then became confused about which talents to choose.
To injure a Titans, he had to choose the most powerful talent, but unfortunately, it was too difficult to execute. Illidan was under immense pressure, unsure if he could succeed.
"You need courage," Robbie said, casting a blessing upon him.
Fortunately, Fel does not reject Holy Light in blessing spells, Illidan immediately gained confidence.
"This is the power of the Holy Light." Aman'Thul quickly realized this; one should not underestimate a Titans's ability to perceive energy. He finally understood something.
"At this time in Azeroth, the power of the Holy Light was far from widespread. A peculiar being used the power of time and space, and he possessed the rules of this world. He must have come from the future Azeroth."
"This is not merely Sargeras's conspiracy; there is also interference from a deeper, mysterious entity."
With this in mind, Aman'Thul finally became serious. He slowly raised his hands, and powerful magic enveloped his entire body.
"I am the great Highfather, I am the Titans king, the master of time, and I will change the course of time."
The golden staff that Aman'Thul carried, a powerful artifact called Orodur, was wrapped in countless Lightning and slowly rose up. The Lightning symbol at the top flickered, staring intently at N'Zoth like an eye.
"We're locked on, we can't break free. The Titans actually possess such magic."
Queen Azshara tried hundreds of different spells, but still couldn't break free of the lock.
Illidan remained unmoved; at this moment, he was full of confidence, his bright eyes filled with determination.
The Sea King Trident, entwined with tentacles, emitted a piercing howl, a sign that its energy had been replenished to its peak.
In the instant N'Zoth and Aman'Thul confronted each other, Yogg-Saron, who had been overlooked, made the first move.
"Aman'Thul, do Titans dream too?"
Without Y'Shaarj's help this time, the Nightmare power only caused Aman'Thul to pause slightly.
"Right now."
Illidan seized the opportunity and attacked swiftly, his tens of thousands of tentacles flailing as he charged forward, wielding the Sea King Trident.
"Feast of a Thousand Tentacles," Illidan said in a low voice.
"It's Feast of a Thousand Tentacles!"
N'Zoth's consciousness was not asleep; it remained conscious. At this moment, he was incredibly excited. The Feast of a Thousand Tentacles was one of the Old Gods' strongest talents, and he had dreamed of using it countless times, but unfortunately, he had never succeeded.
"I, N'Zoth, can also unleash the Feast of a Thousand Tentacles! Haha, my life has been worthwhile!"
The golden staff of Orodur, wreathed in countless Lightning, emitted a beam of light—a binding spell from the Titans. However, N'Zoth's body exhibited strange fluctuations, instantly fading into Void.
All calculations must come from experience and knowledge. Aman'Thul had never witnessed an Old Gods perform the Feast of a Thousand Tentacles before, and had no way of knowing the data on this talent, which led to the failure of the imprisonment.
Aman'Thul remained calm. He Lightning extended his right hand, his palm covered in endless Lightning power, and grabbed at N'Zoth's body.
Titans's Lightning has a different meaning and is completely different from natural Thunder and Lightning.
At the same time, the staff of Orodur was brewing a destructive power.
Thousands of tentacles reached into the Void and, in the next instant, entered Aman'Thul's massive body.
Aman'Thul was slightly surprised. He saw his body being torn to pieces, but his immense computing power allowed him to quickly understand the truth: this was actually a deceptive ability that came with the problem.
Titans's powerful body trembled violently, and all the illusions vanished.
The instant the illusion vanished, N'Zoth's body appeared as if teleported, swiftly reappearing on Aman'Thul's hand, extending tens of thousands of tentacles and countless suckers that clung tightly to the Titans's skin.
Countless gaping maws opened from the tentacles, tearing at the Titans's skin with all their might.
Feast of a Thousand Tentacles, where a thousand tentacles feast together.
Does it make sense?
Aman'Thul looked at N'Zoth's tumor-like hand and smiled boredly. The Titans's skin was incredibly tough, Power of the Old Gods could not budge it in the slightest. This was a futile attempt.
Aman'Thul was unaware that although his skin wasn't injured, the skin flakes were being collected.
Skin flakes from the Titans —this was a rare, firsthand source of information. Hundreds of thousands of Highborne sprang into action, analyzing the Titans' skin composition and the magical structure contained within these flakes.
A series of data points were compiled and presented to Queen Azshara, whose Elite team was devising a strategy.
Meanwhile, Aman'Thul launched a counterattack.
The Titans's skin radiated a pure white light, a very strange light that only covered the surface of Aman'Thul's skin, as if dressing him in a holy white armor, without spreading outwards.
Illidan let out a muffled groan, his eyes blazing with Fel energy as he lost his sight.
Xavius also felt terrible and knelt on the ground. His injuries were not as severe as Illidan's, since Illidan was controlling N'Zoth's body, which meant he was fighting the Titans directly and was therefore the most severely affected by the Corruption.
"Your Majesty, is this the Corruption power of the Titans?" Illidan asked unwillingly.
At this moment, Queen Azshara and the Highborne echoed the majestic voice of the Titans in their ears:
"Insignificant creatures, submit to me, and I will bestow upon you great glory."
"That's right, this is the Titans' most terrifying Corruption power," Queen Azshara said solemnly. "Corruption, also known as Titans' Redemption, forces living beings to become the Titans' servants; this is how the so-called Titan Keepers came to be."
The powerful force of Redemption was irresistible, and more than half of the Highborne were bewitched, displaying expressions of piety.
Ulduar.
Loken, the Guardian of wisdom, gazed with shining eyes at the great battle raging in the outer sky.
"A familiar power, the Titans' Redemption."
Something in Loken's memory loosened, and he recalled a few things from the past.
"I was once a free and powerful being. I taught all living beings with wisdom, urging them to believe in their own potential and not to blindly believe in powerful gods. I witnessed the rise of one free civilization after another, which brought me great joy."
Loken's eyes welled up with tears. "It's a pity that these civilizations were deemed dark and corrupt by the Titans, and they vanished into thin air under the attack of the Pantheon, turning into the ashes of the universe. Even I have forgotten all of this."
"Redemption is destruction."