"Sargeras, Sargeras, where are you?"
Parallel world of Draenor, Talador region.
Paralyzed atop his walking throne, Hu Feng looked at the successfully connected Titan communication device. Sargeras's projection was somewhat blurry.
"On a planet you don't know. What is it? I'm busy, don't disturb me..."
"Bullshit! You're on Earth! I built that house myself back then—did you think I wouldn't recognize it?!"
A stretch of silence...
"Doggie... you need moderation in bed, or you'll drain yourself dry."
Sargeras promptly cut off the communication.
Earth, Bavaria.
"Was that Sarodar? Why did you cut off the communication on your own? That was rude. Isn't he your friend?"
The door was pulled open, and Elena walked in carrying a bowl of German-style culinary horror. It appeared to be some mysterious meat soup.
"He isn't my friend. Sooner or later, I'll kill him! Fine, I'll teach him a lesson and make him understand that he needs to show me the proper respect."
Seeing Elena shoot him a glare, Sargeras immediately changed his wording halfway through.
"You sent your demons to monitor me. I haven't settled that score with you yet."
"That wasn't monitoring, you foolish mortal insect! That was..."
"What was it?" Elena looked directly into Sargeras's eyes, a trace of teasing in her gaze.
"I don't need to explain anything to you! I am a god! You should show me the respect I deserve as well!"
Elena curled her lips and gestured for Sargeras to sit down.
"I'll never live to hear you say anything that would make a woman happy... Eat."
That's right, Sargeras, who had stubbornly declared that he would never return to this tiny planet, had finally been unable to resist coming here after all.
He felt troubled and lost. Even Titans had all sorts of things that troubled them.