World of the Fallen

The war of the Northrend campaign was still raging fiercely, and Boss Hu had likewise made all the necessary preparations.

Avenger Argus was about to arrive.

Every faction across the World of Azeroth regarded this Pantheon Titan's impending descent with extreme vigilance, ready to fight at any moment. Such widespread resistance was exceedingly rare among worlds that had been reshaped by the Pantheon.

After all, Divine Lord Sarodar had already explained publicly what kind of personality Avenger Argus possessed, as well as what sort of attitude he would most likely take.

Absolute order and justice? Turning all flesh-and-blood life back into cold, lifeless constructs of steel?

Damn it! We weren't having that!

Yes, you Titans were indeed absurdly powerful, each of you possessing supreme might, but that did not mean you could force your so-called ideals of order upon us.

Fleshly creatures were chaotic and disorderly, therefore fallen, while steel constructs were orderly and just, therefore righteous? That was a little too unreasonable, wasn't it?

We all possessed free will. Why should we endure an unacceptable order? Why should we accept the transformation of absolute rationality?

So screw the Pantheon! If the Old Gods had ever done anything good, it was unleashing the Curse of Flesh upon steel constructs.

Fortunately, we also had a Titan willing to fight for a free Azeroth, a Titan willing to strive for free will.

So call us fallen, call us chaotic—we liked it that way. What could you do about it?

"Let me tell you plainly: in my current state, the Pantheon would regard me as a fallen one, a Dark Titan. I would receive no different treatment than Sargeras—perhaps even worse."

At the public speech and press conference, Boss Hu spoke calmly before reporters from every outlet and the gathered crowd.

"Since the