N'Zoth and the Titan

Beyond Planet Azeroth's orbit, in the cosmos.

The towering Titan stood silently. He was so majestic, so sacred, like an impregnable wall guarding the World of Azeroth. He...

"Damn, my nicotine cravings are acting up. What am I supposed to do if I want a smoke? I can't light one in the vacuum of space, for fuck's sake. Why isn't Argus here yet? If he doesn't show up soon, I'm going home for dinner."

Boss Hu's patience was rapidly wearing thin. He had waited for so long, yet there was still no sign of Argus. It seemed this Titan brother had no sense of time whatsoever and loved being late.

"Hey, N'Zoth, come here. Don't worry, I won't hit you right now, and I definitely won't trick you. I just want to chat. I absolutely won't dissect and analyze you, you big fleshy eyeball. That's a Titan's promise."

N'Zoth gave a mental scoff. A Titan's promise? His promise? If I believed him, I'd be an idiot. He could save that nonsense for someone else.

"Hey, tell me, how did you hide yourself? I couldn't find you no matter how hard I looked. Teach me."

Boss Hu began forcing awkward small talk. N'Zoth did not want to speak, merely controlling the fleshy eyeball as it drifted back and forth, maintaining a safe distance from Sarodar, the Titan Evil God.

"Back during the War of the Ancients, you ran pretty fast. Not bad. You really have a talent for running away—sly as hell."

"I've realized you're actually a pretty decent young man. Why don't you quit and join my company? Stop working for the Void Lords. There's no future in it. Come work for me—full benefits, social insurance, a comfortable work environment. What do you think? Don't worry, it won't hurt at