The Titans possess immense computing power, much like the Highfather Aman'Thul, who has millions of consciousnesses that form a unified whole, much like a network of computers, resulting in astonishing computational capabilities.
The monster is one of millions of sentient beings, possessing all of Aman'Thul's memories; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him Aman'Thul.
Aman'Thul sized up the woman before him. Now free from the constraints of the Moon Goddess Runes, his senses were incredibly sharp, and he immediately detected a familiar aura. He exclaimed in shock:
"It's you, Xal'atath."
Xal'atath smiled gently; at this moment, she was a beautiful Night Elf woman, her eyes and brows full of allure. "My dearest Aman'Thul, ten thousand years ago you cruelly abandoned me, but I don't blame you. Now we are finally together, and no one can separate us."
Aman'Thul wasn't stupid. Even though he was only one in a million of what he used to be, he could figure out what the woman in front of him was thinking. He didn't believe that after that deception, Xal'atath would still be so infatuated. In the current situation, sweet words used to charm mortal women would be useless.
"Xal'atath, please let me explain. This is the rule of the universe: the strong exploit the weak. Just like the Void Lords, who also used you Old Gods to do things for him. There's nothing wrong with that. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too weak."
Xal'atath chuckled sweetly, "Aman'Thul, my feelings for you will never change. From now on, we'll be together forever. Even if I only have one millionth of you, I'll be content."
"This is unbelievable."
Aman'Thul sensed a strong threat. This consciousness of his had been secretly plotting everything, not for the sake of being with an Old Gods. Being imprisoned by Xal'atath would be far worse than being imprisoned in the Vault of the Wardens. He had already wasted ten thousand years, and there was no time to waste.
All conflicts ultimately boil down to an exchange of interests. Aman'Thul sighed, understanding the Old Gods's intentions. "Very well, Xal'atath, what do you want?"
Xal'atath's expression suddenly changed; all tenderness vanished, and she said fiercely:
"Seven thousand years ago, I regained a fraction of my power and learned that Illidan was imprisoned in the Vault of the Wardens. Although there was no evidence or clues, my woman's intuition told me this might be your conspiracy. If you could abandon me, wouldn't you abandon the Moon Goddess as well? A powerful figure like you, with a heart colder than absolute zero, how could you possibly have any emotions?"
"I disguised myself as a Night Elf woman and infiltrated the Vault of the Wardens, finally uncovering your secret, Aman'Thul. You fled to Outland, seized the Black Temple, and founded the Illidari organization, attempting to rescue the souls imprisoned on Argus. I witnessed it all, and I saw your failure firsthand, which makes me very gratified."
Aman'Thul frowned. The failure at the Black Temple was unexpected. He hadn't imagined that Thrall, who commanded such a large following, was so formidable that even he, a Titans, could fail.
Xal'atath stared intently at Aman'Thul, sensing the familiar soul within him. "But I believe your plan goes beyond this. You must have many more schemes up your sleeve. You should understand what I want."
Aman'Thul closed his eyes. He knew that if he couldn't offer something enticing, Xal'atath wouldn't let him go. He had more to do and couldn't afford to get entangled with an Old Gods.
With the wisdom of a Titans, Aman'Thul quickly devised a plan:
"Xal'atath, things have changed unexpectedly. This world is no longer what we expected. If we cannot unite, we will all die."
"Emphasis on fear?" Xal'atath dismissed it, simply smiling as he looked at Aman'Thul.
"This is absolutely not an exaggeration, let me explain." Aman'Thul said with a sorrowful expression, "I am the master of time, and I had already foreseen everything, but the reality has deviated from my expectations."
"Including being imprisoned in the Vault of the Wardens and tortured for ten thousand years?" Xal'atath sneered.
Aman'Thul was speechless, slightly embarrassed, and paused before saying:
"This was an extremely rare event, but it was within my expectations. For a Titans had lived for countless ages, it was nothing. However, the Night Elves found a way to torment souls. Troll Death God Bwonsamdi —I will never forget that name. From that moment on, I foresaw that a mysterious force was influencing the course of time. Time became unpredictable, and even I could not make accurate predictions."
Seeing that Xal'atath showed some interest, Aman'Thul quickly added:
"The world ten thousand years from now is exactly as I predicted, but everything changed when Thrall and Khadgar opened the Dark Portal and entered Draenor World. Originally, there were two possible future paths for Draenor World, with the Burning Legion playing a decisive role. If the Burning Legion hadn't intervened, Thrall would have become the Warlords of Draenor, allied with the Iron Horde Draenor World, destroyed the Alliance, and hung the heads of Varian, Bronzebeard, Tyrande, and others on the walls of Stormwind City, where the city would have burned to ashes. Then the Orcs would have led the Horde to destroy all life on Azeroth, wiping out all living beings. After that, the Orcs would turn their attention to the Blood Elves, Tauren, Undead, and Trolls, leaving only the Orcs on Azeroth. They would have turned the entire planet into an ancient world unsuitable for life and collectively returned to Draenor."
"A tragic future— Khadgar and Varian could never have imagined that they would be Thrall's accomplices, the executioners who destroyed Azeroth. But what was the point of doing this? And who orchestrated all of this in secret?" Xal'atath asked with interest.
"This was originally Elune's plan. Since there was no life on the surface of Azeroth Planet, she would never hatch, only becoming a death egg that continuously provided energy to help Elune regain her strength. Unfortunately, Elune was destined to miscalculate. I know Sargeras; he will definitely send the Burning Legion to intervene. Then the Alliance and the Horde will unite to drive out the meddlesome Legion. When the people of Azeroth feel the threat of the Legion, my opportunity will arrive. Long ago, I secretly left many powerful Titans artifacts in Azeroth. I will secretly guide the beings of Azeroth to find these artifacts and launch a counterattack on the Burning Legion's stronghold, Argus Planet."
Upon hearing this, Xal'atath's eyes glazed over, and he exclaimed, "A truly perfect plan!"
"Unfortunately, everything has changed now." Aman'Thul said viciously, "Thrall is dead, Gul'dan is gone, Orgrimmar has been destroyed, and Sylvanas has been guided by dark forces. She is not Elune, nor me, and certainly not the Burning Legion." With that, Aman'Thul stared blankly at Xal'atath.
Xal'atath waved his hand, looking innocent, and said, "Don't wrong me. Over the years, I've been hiding from the Moon Goddess. Even if I managed to get you out, I wouldn't dare to show myself directly. I could only impersonate Illidan and use Cordana Felsong. I didn't have the energy to plot in secret."
Aman'Thul closed his eyes and sighed, "I knew long ago that this had nothing to do with you. Now the situation is becoming increasingly dire, forcing Elune to use her last resort."
"What methods?" Xal'atath asked in surprise, her intuition sending chills down her spine; something terrible was about to happen.
"The World Tree's roots have spread throughout the crust of Azeroth."
Aman'Thul gave a meaningful look.