Even if the Star Alliance fell, the Light Alliance remained. The Wrynn Family still had its backing, and no one could bully them.
Seeing there was no chance to take a share of the Sam Plane, the Abyssal Demons and the Star Sea's myriad races, who had been watching from the sidelines, left as well.
There was no opportunity in the Sam Plane, so they would look for one in the Plane Graveyard or the Star Sea Plane instead.
After the warning had been made, no Abyssal Demon God or Star Sea God came to harass the Wrynn Alliance's planes again.
In their eyes, the Wrynn Alliance had become a symbol of the Light Alliance and could not be trifled with.
With no one bothering him, Medivh focused on growing stronger, watching the world change around him with a smile.
"So these are Star Sea Gods? It'd be wrong to kill all ten, but if you killed nine, you'd definitely let one slip through!"
After the Abyssal Demons and the Star Sea's myriad races became entangled, Medivh saw the Star Sea's God Rank powerhouses sink to ever-new lows.
Some God Rank powerhouses even sold out their vassal races, letting Abyssal Demon Gods come and harvest them. In exchange, they secured a territory in the Plane Graveyard or the Primal Abyss.
The Abyssal Demons didn't even need to raise livestock. The Star Sea's myriad races provided them with prey, waiting for their masters to come and harvest it.
Seeing this, Medivh understood why the Goddess of Light had suppressed and sealed the Gods and the God Rank powerhouses of the various races. These Star Sea powerhouses had no bottom line. They deserved to die!
Less than twenty years after the Star Alliance split, the Star Sea had become this wretched place.