Sanctuary

A world-shaking piece of news instantly swept across the globe, greatly stirring every group with a sense of justice and honor.

Although the World of Azeroth had no shortage of major news every day and had seen every kind of storm, making it difficult to shock anyone, what had happened this time was truly no small matter.

Sarodar the Divine Emperor's Titan kin, Avenger Argus—everyone knew him. This Titan, whose presence had been rather faint, had never been considered much of a potential threat. After all, Sarodar had talked him into defeat. The nice guy could never beat the old rogue.

But then again, counting Mother Azeroth, wasn't this already the third living Titan? What was going on with this world? Titans were gathering in droves.

And now, this low-profile Argus had finally made a powerful statement. He had acquired ownership of the entire Howling Fjord region of Northrend, turning it into his private territory, and then established an organization steeped in knightly character: Sanctuary.

Sanctuary welcomed any peace-loving weak race or group that wished to live a tranquil life. In the name and power of a Titan, Argus promised them peaceful, happy lives.

Weak races like the Murlocs possessed neither powerful high-end combatants nor vast main armies to protect themselves, so being oppressed was an extremely common occurrence for them.

Now, Argus would shelter them all and bring the new order as he understood it, allowing this Sanctuary to prosper forever.

The first troops were Argus's divine creations: Sanctuary's War Angels. They perfectly suited the style of a musclebound brute like Argus. Though there were only a dozen or so of them, every one was on the level of a Titan Keeper.

Unlike Sarodar, who loved rebellion and innovation, Argus still used the Pantheon's original technology. These Titan Keepers