Inside the enormous Portal, the figure finally appeared, stepping through the Portal and standing beside Aman'Thul.
Sargeras was engulfed in raging Flames, with golden Flames forming a thick beard and his eyes burning with intense heat. He wore a thick suit of red armor.
Two colossal Titans confront each other near the Azeroth Planet.
Sargeras is a burning Titans, which means he is at his peak, with abundant energy within him.
In contrast, Aman'Thul is more reserved, which proves that his power is declining.
"Aman'Thul, you are the great Highfather, the leader of the Pantheon. In that crucial battle, it was you who abandoned many of the Titans of the Pantheon, allowing me to achieve victory with ease. I destroyed the physical bodies of the Titans of the Pantheon and imprisoned their souls. Over the years, I have tormented them mercilessly, which has given me great pleasure."
Sargeras looked at Aman'Thul with a mocking expression. "You have encouraged us to fight bravely countless times, so why do you shamelessly flee when it's your turn?"
"Because I'm lying to you, you bunch of idiots."
Sargeras frowned, then chuckled. "Interesting."
Aman'Thul laughed heartily, "I control time, I see countless futures. If I stay in the Pantheon, although the Pantheon can be saved, we are destined to fail in the future. I see the only way to win, and that is through my beloved, Elune."
Elune?
Sargeras gazed at the moon beside him and said with a puzzled expression, "If she were to regain her former power, even the Void Lords would be no match for her. But right now, she is far too weak. You want to take advantage of Azeroth's weakness to destroy this planet, and I can also take advantage of the Moon Goddess's inability to regain her power to completely annihilate her."
Aman'Thul said with confidence, "History has countless possibilities. I have seen all your choices, and you will not do that, my brother, Sargeras. When you know that Titans also age, don't you yearn for immortality?"
Sargeras shook his head. "I will find the answer slowly. I will not put myself in danger; this is the rationality of a leader of the Burning Legion."
Aman'Thul's eyes gleamed with golden light as he stared directly at Sargeras: "Sargeras, my brother, tell me, when did you begin plotting your betrayal?"
Sargeras frowned, a look of reminiscence crossing his face, tinged with a hint of happiness:
"When we first met you, we Titans were much younger than you, your juniors. Back then, we were all quite volatile, waging wars across the universe and plundering the resources we needed. You were to build the Pantheon, unite our power, and create a warm home."
"We thought this was a good thing, so we each contributed our savings. You were the oldest, so we honored you as our leader. You told me that this was only a nominal leader, and that we were all equal. Haha, back then we were all Corruption, our minds were very pure. We relied on each other in the Pantheon, exchanging combat experiences, and we were very happy."
Sargeras then gave a bitter smile and said through gritted teeth:
"But we didn't know that this was all your conspiracy. You gradually seized power and took control of everything, and even learned from lowly mortal beings to have a spouse. I am the strongest, so you appointed me as the Protector of the Pantheon, the highest among the gods. Your real purpose was to send me out to fight, so as not to hinder your struggle for power."
"All that we've accumulated over countless years has become your private property. My countless battles and the spoils of war have all become your collection. Once, I was severely wounded during a battle against Demons, and my body began to crumble. You kept saying we were brothers, yet you refused to give me even a small amount of resources to heal me, telling me to find my own way. Your goal was to kill me."
As Sargeras spoke of the past, he grew increasingly furious. His betrayal was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather the culmination of countless years of accumulated contradictions, culminating in a complete and utter outburst.
"After I finally recovered from my injuries, you suspected me of hoarding spoils of war and sent that idiot Aggramar to monitor me. Aggramar was nominally my Adjutant, but he carried your orders. Not only did he disobey my commands, but he also bossed me around. That fool ruined countless victories, and you blamed it all on me."
Sargeras raised his head and glared fiercely at Aman'Thul: "You have deceived us from the very beginning. The purpose of building the Pantheon was to make us fight for you for free and collect spoils to support your luxurious life."
"That was a long time ago. I returned to the Pantheon and bruised, and saw the Titans singing, dancing, and indulging in lavish food and wine. The magnificent Pantheon was just your playground. But did you ever think about me? What was the point of all my arduous battles? From that moment on, I planned to betray you and send you parasites to hell. This is the retribution you deserve."
Sargeras grinned smugly.
"You like to enjoy yourself, don't you? So I've built you an even more magnificent paradise, modeled after the pleasures of mortals. You like power, don't you? I've brought the laws of mortal kings to you, granting you supreme power. Under my arrangement, you'll gradually descend into depravity and corruption, until you've spent countless precious resources to create a child, the Golganneth the Thunderer, a utterly useless piece of trash who can only shout and yell. Then I'll know that victory will surely be mine."
"The emotions of mortals corrupted you, and what surprised me even more was that you actually grew tired of Eonar. You wanted to emulate mortal kings and build yourself a vast harem. Of course, I was willing to grant your wish, so I began my plan step by step. You learned to philander and keep mistresses. All the depravity and corruption of mortals became your pleasure."
Aman'Thul closed his eyes slightly and sighed:
"It was me. I made many mistakes, but thankfully, I met the love of my life, Elune Sargeras. You were blinded by your wisdom. Did you think your plan had succeeded? If it weren't for your schemes, how could I have achieved my wish and found true love? Time has already proven that all my choices were correct, and victory ultimately belongs to me."
Sargeras smirked, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "After I've killed you all, I'd like to see what you'll use to win—the victory of death? Rest assured, I will wipe you all out completely, denying you any chance of resurrection."
Aman'Thul still wore a smile, and slowly opened his arms, assuming a casting posture:
"Sargeras, do you remember what I taught you? When you gaze into the dark side of the universe, the dark side also gazes into you. When your schemes and plots taint us with mortal emotions, you are Corruption just as much, perhaps even more so than I am. Now I will prove it to you, my brother, Sargeras."
Aman'Thul raised his hands, gathering endless Titans lightning, and a ball of Thunder larger than the Azeroth Planet slammed down on Sargeras.
Near the Azeroth Planet, two of the universe's most powerful Titans engaged in a life-or-death battle.