Origin of Wrath of the Shattered

Sarodar timeline dimension, Earth.

World War II had officially ended. Germany had been cast into the abyss, divided and occupied equally by the two victorious sides, split in two to become an Iron Curtain between ideologies.

Bavaria was no exception. The victors marched into this fairy-tale land, swaggering as they called themselves liberators.

On a small hill at the edge of the countryside, life remained peaceful and tranquil.

The townspeople were greatly surprised by the small manor that seemed to have appeared overnight atop that hill.

It was a three-story wooden house, with a wooden fence encircling the entire hill. More than a dozen cattle and sheep wandered leisurely across the lush grass within it.

The owner of the house was named Elena. She occasionally came into town to buy necessities, then immediately returned to her home on the hill.

She rarely spoke with the townspeople, and she did not even spare a glance for the young men eager to show off.

"So, you're a Titan, and an evil god whose goal is to destroy the entire universe. This... Fel Energy corrupted your divine power."

At night, in the small clearing outside the cabin, Elena poked at the campfire before her as she roasted a leg of lamb.

"Yes."

"The other Titans didn't understand you. They believed you were a fallen being beyond salvation, so they wanted to stop you?"

"Yes, but I killed them all."

"What about Sarodar, the one who came with you?"

"He understands me, but our ultimate goals are fundamentally different. He seeks conquest... Wait, why am I telling you this?!"

"Stop rambling. Add some fire—it's about to go out."

Elena did not respond to Sargeras's muttering. She rammed her elbow into the Titan in human form, and he reluctantly waved his hand. The dying campfire