Divine Transformation

N'Zoth fell silent for a moment in the face of Zul'ra's amused, taunting words. At last, it erupted, countless voices filled with despair and desolation speaking as one:

"From the moment all things come into being, they move ceaselessly toward destruction. The world is no different. Whether mortals, gods, Titans, or demons, all of us will perish."

"And?" Zul'ra could not help giving a slight nod.

"And?" N'Zoth froze.

"Since all things in the world will be destroyed no matter what, why do you interfere with that process? Why use your own life to interfere with an inevitable outcome? What are you doing it for?" Zul'ra asked.

What am I doing? Who am I? Where am I? What is the meaning of my existence? N'Zoth, an ancient evil god, stood stunned on the spot, falling into a vortex of philosophical questions.

The origins of the Old Gods were peculiar. Zul'ra remembered that, according to Warcraft's official lore, they were the vanguard of the Void Lords, sent to corrupt Titan worlds. He did not know whether that setting held true here.

The formal academic name for the Old Gods that Zul'ra had learned in Ulduar was "light-dark responsive parasitic symbionts." In other words, they were viruses drawn forth by the resonance between light and dark, parasites that coexisted with the planets they inhabited and perished alongside them.

The term "light-dark responsiveness" was rather profound. It referred to the reactive properties of these entities in response to changes in light and dark. Yet it did not specify whom these entities were responding to: the sleeping Titans, or the living beings upon the planets. But upon reflection, it scarcely mattered.

In this world, all flesh-and-blood creatures, including dragons, Trolls, Elves, and humans, had originally either been elementals, creations of the Titans, or extraterrestrial