World of Azeroth, Kalimdor Continent, Eternal Night Palace.
The following morning, the banquet at the Assembly Hall officially came to an end. The big shots from every faction went home and returned to their business—those who needed to fight went to war, and those who needed to destroy worlds went off to destroy worlds.
"I'll be waiting for you in the Argus world, Sarodar."
Sargeras looked at Boss Hu with a remarkably calm expression, Fel Flame smoldering dully in his eyes.
"And you, Argus, my foolish adjutant. I'm looking forward to seeing the look on your face when you come seeking revenge, only to be defeated by me once again."
"Perhaps Sarodar won't kill you, but I will. The Argus world will be your burial ground, Sargeras. This is the Pantheon's judgment." Argus clenched his fists tightly, his gaze filled with rage and hatred.
Boss Hu secretly rolled his eyes beside them, clearly dismissive of Argus's declaration of vengeance. Sargeras noticed it at once and gave a similarly scornful laugh.
Sargeras knew all too well what sort of character this young clansman Sarodar was, having gone out carousing with him so many times. Being made to stay with a Pantheon loyalist like Argus had to be unbearable. The fact that they had not started fighting on the spot was already proof that Boss Hu's trash-talking skills had reached perfection.
"Oh, right..." Boss Hu suddenly remembered something and gestured for Sargeras to wait before leaving. He still had something to say.
"That little brother, The Destroyer Argus—has he been completely corrupted by Fel Energy yet? If not, stop for now. Don't keep going. Well... put it this way: the chances may be incredibly slim, but I might still be able to turn him into a state where Titan's divine power and