The first clash between the two island nations did not last long before the Titan God-Emperor, who had been holed up in the Night Empire, forcibly called it off.
It was not because Boss Hu loved peace. The full-scale fusion of the two timelines was about to begin, so their internal squabbling could be put aside for now. Once the predetermined destiny timeline had been dealt with, they could go back to fighting however they pleased.
Naturally, the Alliance and Horde had no objections. The Seventh Legion and Glory Legion urgently ceased hostilities, packed up their belongings, turned their guns around, and prepared to kill any doubles who might try to slip across.
The sky had already changed drastically. The blue heavens and white clouds were gone, the light had dimmed beyond recognition, and an oppressive feeling weighed on everyone's hearts.
At this moment, every living being on both timelines only needed to look up to clearly see the World of Azeroth from the opposing timeline, hanging upside down in the sky like a reflection in a mirror.
At every moment, a faint but continuous sound of shattering seemed to echo from the depths of their souls. The space separating the two timelines was breaking apart and vanishing.
On the Sarodar timeline, every living being felt it intensely, as though something were slowly merging into their body and making them stronger.
The dominant Sarodar timeline had begun devouring and merging with predetermined destiny.
This magnificent miracle, which might never occur a second time, was fully filmed and documented by countless news outlets using Image Crystals. Besides being continuously covered as the daily headline, it would be preserved in major museums and royal collections as a special memorial.
It could not be helped. Even one-of-a-kind shit smelled sweet. Miss this chance,