The time had come. The fusion and devouring of the timelines was about to begin.
The skies of the Predestined Fate timeline and the Sargeras timeline had now changed completely.
Everyone on both timelines only needed to look up to see the Azeroth of the other timeline hanging upside down in the sky like a reflection in a mirror.
At every moment, faint sounds of shattering seemed to ring out as the barrier between the two timelines broke apart and vanished.
In the Sargeras timeline, everyone felt it intensely. Something seemed to be slowly merging into their bodies, making them stronger.
The dominant Sargeras timeline had begun devouring and merging with Predestined Fate.
This spectacular miracle, which might never happen again, was recorded in full by countless media outlets using image crystals. Besides serving as the daily headline news, it would be stored in major museums and royal collections as a memorial.
Deathwing roared out of the Dark Portal and sped through the air. He raised his enormous iron-jawed dragon head, studying the other World of Azeroth overhead—so close, yet forever beyond reach no matter how high he climbed.
Based on the information Titan had given him, combined with the fact that he still felt nothing even now, Deathwing was certain that his other self had found a way to avoid being devoured and fused.
All the better. Killing his other self and then devouring him would make no difference.
Deathwing let out an earth-shaking dragon roar and circled at high speed above the Eastern Kingdoms, waiting.
The various powers across the continent were equally restless.
The Alliance and Horde armies were mobilizing on a massive scale and had entered a state of war readiness, guarding against any sudden enemy attack.
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