Hatred. He remembered his Judge servants calling him by that name.
It was because he fed on this human emotion, but whether it was human anger, sorrow, or despair... all of it could nourish him and make him stronger.
So Hatred had always focused on stirring up hatred between humans. In his eyes, it was a very simple thing to do.
His shadow had been behind many human wars throughout history.
Until today, when he personally joined the war.
A legion from nowhere had surrounded several of his avatars. He had underestimated the strength of this allied force... the portions separated from his body were gradually being wiped out.
Atop the central tower of the seventh floor, the Dark Elf elders who had chosen to follow the Things from Beyond watched the massive army of Alliance and Horde players gathering below.
Just standing beside them, the Messenger could smell something called... panic emanating from these Dark Elves.
"Messenger, why haven't you closed the door leading to the World Tree Core?!"
A Dark Elf elder questioned Hatred. After the Dark Elves' World Tree had been corroded by gray mist, the Consciousness Space had fallen under Hatred's control.
The energy the World Tree needed to absorb had gradually become the Negative Emotions of living beings.
He should have possessed godlike authority within this Consciousness Space.
"If I replaced my host, I could drown all these fools in magma. This is still far from enough..."
Hatred was merely a consciousness residing within Lloydel, the God of Order. Over the years, Lloydel's power had been gnawed away by him until almost nothing remained.
As long as widespread riots broke out in the Coastal Country in reality, the Negative Emotions he had gathered would help him erase Lloydel completely.
"No need to be impatient. Their