Energy Is Mass, Mass Is Energy

In the dark, frigid expanse of space, two incomparably gigantic Titans stared at each other.

Between them was a planet that looked like an oversized toy.

As for the Burning Legion and Devil Astartes armies slaughtering each other madly upon it, they were as tiny as microorganisms like bacteria and viruses.

Without question, the moment Argus sensed Sargeras's arrival, he teleported out from the Burning Throne within the planet and expanded his body to the absolute limit a Titan could attain.

Moreover, one had embraced Fel while the other drew power from the Chaotic Evil Abyss, so their outward appearances were quite similar. Both had undergone severe demonization from head to toe.

The only difference was that Sargeras radiated blazing heat capable of melting everything, whereas Argus was the exact opposite, appearing cold, profound, and gloomy black.

"You actually have the courage to face me?"

Sargeras stared at this drastically transformed "little brother" with a deeply surprised expression.

In his view, a newborn Titan like Argus should have felt awe and fear toward him.

Especially since Argus had long been influenced by Fel and subjected to the Dreadlords' day-and-night brainwashing and hypnosis, even once calling him "Master."

"Why do you think I should fear you? Don't forget, you are merely my master's defeated opponent."

Argus's tone was remarkably calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as though he were stating an obvious fact.

Those words clearly struck Sargeras where it hurt.

The hair and beard around his head, burning like flames, instantly became blindingly bright as he roared in uncontrollable fury, "Defeated opponent?

"Is that what that despicable bastard told you?

"If he had not possessed that Artifact, he would not even have been qualified to stand before me.

"Your new master is nothing more than a coward who hides behind