Shadowlands, at the spacetime rift connected to the Twisting Nether.
"This is the dimensional fissure that suddenly opened. Pass through this layer of space, and the other side is the Twisting Nether, the demons' main base," Denathrius reported to the Jailer standing nearby.
"Oh, I can sense the aura of the artifact, the Crown of Domination, on the other side. What is going on? The Crown of Domination actually appeared with the Burning Legion? And not in Azeroth. My little toy didn't open the artifact in Azeroth as I expected. Oh, time! The timing is wrong, too." The Jailer grew puzzled as well.
"Your plans have been going wrong all along. Now isn't the time to investigate what happened in the past, but to decide how to face the Burning Legion." Arch-deacon Denathrius did not want to waste any more words figuring out what had happened. What mattered was solving the problem of how to be neighbors with the Burning Legion.
When the Jailer heard this, he could not help laughing. "Haha... the Burning Legion is nothing but fuel for my Maw. Those sinful souls are waiting for me to harvest them. Let us set out and test the strongest force in the realm of reality."
With that, he began casting. The spatial rift opened, and countless armies of The Maw swarmed out. With a wave of the Jailer's hand, one vanguard split off from The Maw's army and charged through the spatial rift, vanishing on the other side.
The Twisting Nether, Argus.
The demons were all gathering toward Antorus, the Burning Throne. After Archimonde had retreated in defeat from the Shadowlands, he had estimated that the forces of the world of death might counterattack Argus.
He and Kil'jaeden formed their lines at the same time, preparing to meet the