Watching Xal'atath's departing figure, Aman'Thul fell into deep thought. Ten thousand years of imprisonment in darkness had corrupted him with too many mortal emotions, leading to his impulsiveness and Corruption.
The impulsiveness and shortsightedness of ordinary people are not necessarily a bad thing; sometimes they can have unexpected effects. Aman'Thul does not think he has done anything wrong; some risks are worthwhile.
Aman'Thul's theory was quickly proven true. His hiding place was very close to Suramar City, and several surveillance spells were set up outside, capable of monitoring a large area. Aman'Thul soon discovered Elisande's whereabouts.
Elisande going out alone is definitely not normal. Aman'Thul frowned. Although he was only one in a million of the Titans, he could still see a little bit of the timeline and make some simple predictions.
"I see. Elisande came to pledge allegiance to me willingly. She fears my power and only wants to preserve Suramar City and her own power. I will grant her wish."
Aman'Thul was secretly pleased; this was the reward for his impulsiveness.
Emerging from his hiding place, Aman'Thul appeared before Elisande unharmed, majestic and awe-inspiring.
The wounds of his severed arm and the pain of his throat being cut were all completely healed. Elisande marveled at Illidan's amazing regenerative abilities.
"Come with me."
Aman'Thul led the way, guiding Elisande into the underground hideout.
Deep underground, where the moonlight couldn't reach, Elisande immediately knelt on the ground, submitting to Aman'Thul.
"Great Illidan Stormrage, I, Elisande, lead the Nightborne of Suramar City to your submission. Your glory will shine upon the Nightborne, illuminate Suramar City, and bring us hope and a future."
Aman'Thul nodded, helped Elisande up, and said solemnly, "I accept your allegiance, Elisande. You can get up now. From today onwards, we are family."
"Illidan, you must be a great leader," Elisande said happily.
Aman'Thul looked at the ambitious woman with a gentle gaze, Evil smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with a captivating allure, his voice laced with seductive charm:
"Relax, Elisande, open your heart and accept my blessing, and you will gain the same strength as me."
Elisande had no doubts. She closed her eyes and Anjing relaxed her body and mind. A wondrous power entered her heart and cleansed her soul. Elisande felt warm all over, as if she were soaking in a hot spring.
The filth in her soul was completely cleansed, and she felt reborn. Her thoughts were incredibly clear, as if she were flying in the sky.
Then her ego and her personal consciousness were also washed away. Unbeknownst to her, Elisande had died, leaving only a pure soul and her original memories, into which a new consciousness took over.
Elisande opened his eyes, gazing at the world with the curiosity of a newborn baby.
"Tell me, who are you?" Aman'Thul asked.
Elisande looked puzzled, then suddenly realized who he was.
"I am Aman'Thul, the leader of the Pantheon, the Highfather."
Elisande had now become one of Aman'Thul's millions of consciousnesses. This was the Titans' most terrifying assimilation power, often referred to as the Titans' Redemption. This power of Redemption had stringent conditions for its application; Aman'Thul was currently weak, and it could only be accomplished when the opponent had no will to resist.
"Very well, my current identity is Illidan Stormrage, and you are High Archmage Elisande. Let us bring blood and death to the Azeroth, let the mournful Restless Souls of the dead fill the earth, let countless living beings weep in sorrow. Death has come, the World Soul of Azeroth belongs to us."
Robbie hadn't forgotten to keep an eye on Aman'Thul, and because of a single misjudgment, Elisande was plunged into utter ruin.
Subsequently, with Elisande's help, Aman'Thul entered Suramar City in the name of Illidan.
He first entered the Nighthold and found the Eye of Aman'Thul, then spent countless precious materials to rebuild the Nightwell.
After the renovation of the Nightwell was completed, Aman'Thul summoned all the nobles and commoners of the city. At this moment, he was in high spirits and arrogant, and addressed the Nightborne:
"Nightborne, you hide under the protection of the Nightwell, unable to see the tragedy of this world. The Burning Legion has invaded our world, seeking to exterminate all life. They slaughter our loved ones, they burn our homes, cities, and holy sites. You are powerless to stop them; your escape will only embolden these Demons."
The Nightborne of Suramar City whispered among themselves, not quite understanding what Lord Illidan was talking about. Under the protection of the Moonwell, Suramar City had enjoyed peace for ten thousand years, untouched by the Burning Legion's invasion.
A nobleman mustered his courage and asked, "But Lord Illidan, the Burning Legion has not entered Suramar City, nor have I heard of any invasion of Azeroth."
A beam of green light shot from Aman'Thul's eyes, melting away the talkative nobleman.
Many nobles and commoners were terrified and dared not utter a sound.
"I saw the Burning Legion's burning Fel, right before your eyes, in front of everyone, cruelly slaughtering your loved ones. You tried to stop them, but you failed. Now I, Illidan Stormrage, the great Savior, have come. I will save you, teach you to transform torment into your own power, and make you understand that no sacrifice is insignificant when it comes to destroying the Burning Legion."
Aman'Thul raised his arms, summoning the power of the Nightwell:
"Accept the cruelest torment, Fel descends."
The modified Nightwell no longer spews Arcane energy, but instead connects with Fel in the Void. A large amount of Fel enters the body of every Nightborne, regardless of whether they are nobles or commoners.
The people of Suramar writhed on the ground in agony, the power of Fel tearing at their bodies and tormenting their souls. Not all Nightborne could withstand the Fel, and most of Nightborne perished in this torment.
Finally, the surviving Nightborne stood up, his eyes filled with the madness of Fel, staring in astonishment at his shattered body.
Aman'Thul nodded. The Nightborne, now imbued with Fel, were easier to control. He announced loudly:
"Very well, my Illidari, the power of Fel torments you, fel energy flows in your veins, constantly eroding your sanity. You will become the best killing machines. We will not be like those worthless creatures of Azeroth, willingly becoming prey for Demons. We will bring the flames of war into the world of the Burning Legion, hunting them down before you lose your minds. We are the Illidari, and we fight for Azeroth."
Aman'Thul was pleased with his success in incorporating the Nightborne's power.
There's still time. Before marching into the world of the Burning Legion, Aman'Thul has one thing to do: he needs to have some fun.
Aman'Thul couldn't help but miss the Pleasure Garden of the Black Temple; he wanted to gather again the sexy Blood Elf women, the alluring Succubus, or beautiful female creatures of other races.
Depravity and Corruption, the selfish desires of mortals, have tainted Aman'Thul's soul.