The completion celebration for Death Star Fortress was extremely low-key, with no public announcement whatsoever. Only a group of high-ranking members of the Empire's Chancellor's Council and several powerful feudal lords were invited to attend, such as Illidan, the big boss of Outland society.
"For the God-Emperor!"
"For the Empire!"
"The universe will be ours for the taking!"
Inside the vast hangar, Boss Hu led the Empire's major figures in reviewing the soldiers of the Silver Fleet.
"This is only our first step. The World of Azeroth is too small, and there are too many mouths to feed, so the universe is the juicy chunk of meat we need to carve up."
After the review ceremony ended, the dignitaries began touring the newly completed Death Star Fortress, where everything was utterly brand-new.
Cenarius paced on four legs to an observation corridor, gazed out at the boundless universe, and let out a wistful sigh.
"This gigantic construct of steel is simply an engineering miracle. I never imagined that one day I could stand amidst the stars without relying on any of my own power."
"This is an artificial moon. It is Azeroth's Retribution, compensation Sarodar paid me."
Floating beside them, Elune curiously poked the nearby intercom platform, then glanced at Cenarius.
Elune had finally stopped constantly talking about compensating her with a moon, which made Boss Hu breathe a huge sigh of relief. It had been fucking annoying. He never should have taken a bite out of her moon back then. A moment of pleasure for his mouth, a crematorium for the treasury—building a Death Star burned through money like crazy.
On the other hand, Cenarius had always been exceptionally reserved and serious around Elune. His entire Demi-god body was taut.
But that was hardly surprising. Back then, Elune had created