Anasterian returned to Azeroth once more, while his subordinates were left behind on Argus.
Watching the countless weak lives below, Kil'jaeden could not help but grow bored and seek some amusement.
Archimonde looked at Kil'jaeden and mocked, "Old friend, why no longer concern yourself with that traitor Velen? He is in Shattrath, in Outland."
Kil'jaeden looked at his old friend in surprise. His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.
He waved his hand wearily. "Go, Archimonde. Do not bother me if there is nothing important."
"Heh heh!" Archimonde sneered twice, and the illusion in the air dissipated.
With a curl of his finger, Kil'jaeden seized a Fel Energy Goblin in his hand. Compared to his enormous body, the Goblin was like a maggot, toyed with between his fingers.
Before the Goblin could scream, Kil'jaeden had already crushed it flat.
"Boring little life. Too fragile. Not fun at all." Kil'jaeden's booming voice echoed through the throne hall. His gaze swept over the tiny corrupted creatures, making them tremble in fear.
"Hm?" Kil'jaeden seemed to have discovered a new toy, and interest gleamed in his eyes.
With a sweep of his hand, an Undead elf appeared in his grasp.
"Why are you not afraid?" Kil'jaeden asked the tiny elf in his hand.
The flesh on the Undead elf's body was being reshaped by the energy of the Twisting Nether.
She did not speak. Instead, she pointed beside the throne, where various strange objects had been placed—things Kil'jaeden had casually collected from different worlds. The Crown of Domination was among them.
"Do you wish to become one of my collectibles?" Kil'jaeden asked.
The elf nodded, then pointed there again, signaling for him to put her down.
"Haha, an interesting elf. What do you want to do? Everything over there is