"Sargeras, my brother, how foolish you were to believe in mortals."
Aman'Thul's weakened soul smirked mockingly. "I have witnessed the destruction of countless nations, seen countless planets turn into seas of fire, and personally observed the rise and fall of countless civilizations. Once mortal civilizations develop to a certain stage, they fall into an inescapable vicious cycle. And you actually expect mortals to defeat gods?"
Sargeras shook his head. "You're wrong, Aman'Thul. While the mortals of the universe may disappoint me, the civilization of Azeroth gives me confidence. They have withstood your attacks several times. Ten thousand years from now, this planet might bring me a surprise."
Under Sargeras's Titans Power, the moon returned to its original orbit, and Sargeras's avatar, hidden in the cosmic mist, wielded a greatsword and monitored the every move of the Elune.
The clone had no emotions, its gaze was cold, and it simply carried out orders instinctively. Sargeras felt as if he were seeing his former self.
Without the many Titans of the Pantheon, he would eventually revert to this state of loneliness.
"Aman'Thul, I've built a new Pantheon at the heart of Argus Planet. Heh, an interesting prison for souls. You'll soon be reunited with your former comrades. You abandoned them during the Pantheon War, and they hate you to the core. I look forward to your reunion."
Sargeras opened a massive Portal, wielding the imprisoned soul of Aman'Thul, and vanished into the starry sky.
The Azeroth Continent fell Tranquility once more, except for the loss of countless innocent lives.
At the Space at the Junction of Life and Death, the Troll Death God Bwonsamdi witnessed countless souls who had died unjustly. A lucky few were able to enter the Death Realm, while most wandered helplessly, without a place to belong.
In the past, he would have felt immense joy, but now only sorrow remained.
"Finally, I have been able to establish the Blood Moon's Kingdom of the Dead, but what is the point? Who will remember this cold tragedy, this despairing End Time?"
Memories continued to dissolve deep within his soul. Bwonsamdi knew he was forgetting, a consequence of the Highfather Aman'Thul's control over time. Though his physical body was destroyed, the influence of the Titans laws remained.
"Forget it, forget it." Bwonsamdi shed bitter tears. "It's better to live like a fool, in a daze, without Justice, without good or evil, without a future, without hope, without life."
Bwonsamdi found a stone slab; unwilling to give up, he wanted to remember something.
But time was running out, and Bwonsamdi only had time to carve one line on the stone slab:
"The End Time."
Having crossed the Portal from Sargeras and appeared near the Azeroth Planet, the four Dragonflights (excluding the Black Dragon), the Priests Moon Goddess guards of Mount Hyjal, and Malfurion's Druids were almost simultaneously plunged into confusion.
One Titans brings cold Order; the battle of two Titans brings chaos.
As the dust settled and everything ended, all memories of the battle gradually faded from my mind.
This is the despair and helplessness in the face of God; without God's permission, one is not allowed to have any memories of God.
The pure white moonlight shone upon the earth. The Elune, her face solemn, gazed at the cold, merciless eyes hidden in the astral mist, and at the greatsword that filled her with fear.
"There was a slight deviation from the original plan, and I didn't obtain the Azeroth World Soul, but I still gained a great deal, acquiring the Titans's Soul Core."
Elune pondered the gains and losses of this battle: the struggle between the two strongest Titans, the conspiracy that had lasted for countless years, the plan that transcended time, and the love that transcended race. Elune felt that she was the biggest winner.
She has successfully fused with a small portion of the Titans soul core. Although she is under surveillance and cannot fuse further, she has gained some of Aman'Thul's abilities, enough to deal with some mortals.
"Sargeras is a genius, not to be underestimated. His schemes are absolutely not to be ignored. I must be wary of mortals who are like ants, using mortals to control mortals, preferably keeping them unchanged for ten thousand years. The first thing I should do is weave false memories for them. Oh, this is what I'm best at, making people nostalgic."
The all-pervasive moonlight shines upon every lost soul, and their memories are quietly changing.
"Queen Azshara, the four Old Gods, Neltharion the Black Dragon King, and a Night Elf named Illidan Stormrage —it was he who manipulated N'Zoth's body to injure Aman'Thul, causing Sargeras to arrive prematurely. Otherwise, I would have successfully devoured the Azeroth World Soul. Unforgivable."
Elune, gritted her teeth in hatred. "You lowly mortals, you will surely be punished by the gods! And the Burning Legion, too! Archimonde, pin all the sins on Azshara and the Burning Legion!"
People are awakening from their confusion.
"What on earth happened?" The Red Dragon Queen flew into the sky, gazing blankly at the shattered earth.
Then, her memory gradually became clearer:
"It was Queen Azshara and her corrupted Highborne who abused magic, leading to the Burning Legion's covetousness. Queen Azshara is unforgivable; she actually colluded with the Burning Legion to help Sargeras enter this world."
"The End Time, the End Time." The Bronze Dragonflight Nozdormu kept repeating this, like a madman, but he soon snapped out of his madness as the memories surfaced in his mind:
"The Five Dragonflights united to create the Demon Soul, and it was with the power of the Demon Soul that the Well of Eternity was destroyed. Although it caused the Sundering and countless lives to be lost, the price was worth it."
Malygos, the Blue Dragonflight Lord, gazed upon the devastated Blue Dragonflight and his heart bled.
"It was Neltharion, the Black Dragon King. He nearly wiped out our Blue Dragonflight using the Demon Soul. It's unforgivable."
Green Dragon Ysera, shook her head, her eyes glazed, and said, "White Stag Malorne, was truly worthy of being Elune's companion. At the most crucial moment, he engaged in a life-or-death battle with Archimonde, successfully thwarting the Legion's plot. Though he lost, he was still honorable, and I am proud of him."
Malfurion looked at his own hands, then at the Demon Soul in Tyrande's hand. Some memories were gone forever, but he didn't realize it:
"I destroyed the Well of Eternity with the Demon Soul, preventing Sargeras from entering this world. I am a hero! Tyrande is my beloved, and I swore to defeat Queen Azshara for her sake. But why do I feel nothing for her?"
Tyrande gazed calmly at the Demon Soul in her hand, and prayed softly:
"Great Elune, thank you for bestowing upon us a blessed life. The Night Elf race will forever heed your teachings. Oh, and Broxigar the Orcs is truly a remarkable hero; he actually managed to wound Sargeras."
There is no such thing as a perfect lie; not even Elune, can do it.
The Red Dragon Queen wondered, "Sargeras is a fully grown Titans, so why would he be attracted by a meager amount of energy from the Well of Eternity? With Sargeras's power as the strongest Titans, destroying Azeroth Planet would be a piece of cake. Why would he need mortals' help to enter this world?"
Nozdormu was also puzzled. "The energy of the Well of Eternity is powerful, but not enough to destroy the continent. Something must be wrong."