Elune, Mother Goddess Azeroth, after ten thousand years of recuperation and constant recovery, had finally successfully emerged from her shell. Celebrations that seemed as though they would never end immediately erupted across the World of Azeroth.
Well, under the leadership of that Titan old hooligan Sarodar, everyone had fought tooth and nail, punching Old Gods and kicking the Burning Legion. Wasn't it all to protect their homeworld and the Mother Goddess Azeroth being nurtured within its core?
The people designated this day as Birth Festival, placing it on the same level as Winter Veil and the Spring Festival.
"Hey, what's with the favoritism? Do you people have any conscience at all? When I emerged from my shell back then, it was such a huge event. Why didn't any of you establish a festival to commemorate me?"
Feeling deeply slighted, brother Sarodar snatched the microphone during the special interview session for Azeroth and shouted into the Image Crystal, displaying absolutely no manners.
Then, he was selectively ignored by the reporters.
"Oh, Divine Lord Sarodar, could you please move aside? You're in the way. You're blocking Mother Goddess Azeroth. Please make room, this has nothing to do with you."
"Fuck your ancestors..." Boss Hu, forcibly squeezed out of the crowd, gave the reporters the middle finger.
After finally dealing with that pack of media reporters, the two Titan lords were at last able to escape in a sorry state.
At the Eternal Night Palace, Argus, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, wore an extremely complicated expression.
"Sure enough... Azeroth has fallen as well." The Titan, whose heart was filled with righteousness and order, gave a bitter laugh. "Judging from the moonlight that suddenly stopped being impartial, as well as the current energy fluctuations, the order of the Pantheon has left