Argus, Antorus, the Burning Throne.
"Impossible, impossible. The Shadowlands are attacking Argus. Has something gone wrong?" Aman'Thul's tone was extremely anxious.
"Your plans keep going wrong. Now the force of Death is devouring the Twisting Nether. What should we do?" the woman's voice mocked again.
"Calm down, Eonar. Aman'Thul possesses supreme wisdom. Trust that he can handle any situation," another aged voice advised.
"Fine, fine. What should we do now?" Eonar also knew this was no time for infighting. "The plan for Azeroth has long since gone out of control. The Twisting Nether and the Burning Legion have become locked in battle with the Shadowlands, and they are clearly at a disadvantage."
Aman'Thul said, "Sargeras cannot enter the field unless absolutely necessary. The power of the Shadowlands is currently too strong. We must bring in a new force."
"Are we supposed to enter the field ourselves? Zovaal will not listen to us anymore," Eonar asked.
"Yes, Zovaal has already gained his freedom, and there is no longer any possibility of him cooperating with me. But I have sensed another force of the Holy Light wandering within the Shadowlands. Let them hold Zovaal in check," Aman'Thul said with a laugh.
"Ha, you're as cunning as ever. You immediately thought of using three forces to form a new balance," Eonar praised, then asked again, "What about Azeroth? Whether it is the orcs, the Dragon Race, or the Evil God, they have all now broken away from their respective destinies."
As for the changes that had taken place on Azeroth, from the information sent back by his Time Avatar, Aman'Thul still was not entirely clear on the exact cause. It seemed, perhaps, possibly, maybe, probably, to have been the choices made by Azeroth's own living beings.
When had it started? He carefully examined