The world held many beautiful sights. Some people loved the majesty of mountains, while others preferred the vastness of the sea. But beyond the world lay an even more magnificent and splendid scene. Whether or not you liked it, you could not deny its beauty. Yet no matter how close you came, it remained shrouded in mystery. That beautiful scene was the universe.
In the vastness of the cosmos, brilliant starlight gleamed like pearls. The beauty of nebulae inspired awe, and the countless planets were breathtakingly beautiful, each one unique. The beauty of the world we knew and marveled at was no more than a speck of dust in a nebula—so tiny.
And how lucky, how blessed, to be able to walk through such a beautiful painting.
Azeroth was only one planet in the boundless universe, yet people—righteous or wicked, kind or cruel—were always trying to claim her or destroy her. At this very moment, two figures streaked across the universe's most beautiful painting like meteors, their long tails trailing behind them as they approached Azeroth. One of them was about to reach the planet: the Observer, Algalon.
The Observers were also Titan-forged, but unlike the Titan-forged who guarded each planet, Algalon was special. He had a mind, but no emotions. If you had to compare him to something, he was like a supercomputer controlling a nuclear launch system. He strictly carried out the Titans' commands. When his calculations showed that a planet's defenses, built by the Titans, had collapsed, he would "format" the planet. In truth, it was a massacre.
Once the planet had been "formatted," the Observer would quietly depart and wait in some corner of the boundless universe for a new command.
Algalon had come to Azeroth because Loken had used a machine left behind by the