Reunion

Constellars, said to be distant relatives of the Titans, possessed beautiful bodies that seemed to be formed from the stars themselves, their forms condensed from starlight.

These beings were not merely beautiful; they also possessed great power. Thus, Aman'Thul asked these celestial beings to serve as Keepers of the ordered worlds shaped by the Titans.

Just moments ago, Aggramar had clearly sensed the death of a Constellar. That meant a force had emerged that even a Constellar could not match.

After leaving Draenor, Aggramar swiftly headed for the place where he believed the Constellar had fallen. There, he found creatures he recognized—demons. But these demons were somewhat different from those he had encountered before. They appeared more powerful and possessed more sinister energy. Everything about this made Aggramar feel that something was wrong.

After a hard-fought battle, Aggramar defeated the demon army. At the same time, he learned that these demons belonged to a single organization—the Burning Legion. Its leader was also someone he knew very well. Upon hearing that name, he felt as though his entire world had collapsed.

The master of the Burning Legion was his former mentor and close comrade—

The Fallen Titan, Sargeras!

Exile Plane, Mardum

After bringing the demons who had submitted to him into order, Sargeras began his great undertaking of defeating the Void Lords. He dispatched his new army—the Burning Legion—to countless planets throughout the Dark Void.

These evil forces had never been so united. Yet before Sargeras's power, their chaotic natures dared not even entertain thoughts of defying his orders. As they looked upon the immense body of the Burning Legion's master, wreathed in blazing flames, they trembled from the bottom of their hearts.

No creature dared challenge his authority, for those Pit Lords foolish enough to try had already proven the point. Not even the toughest fangs on their bodies had survived the flames exhaled by Sargeras.

On one hand, these cosmic villains feared and submitted to Sargeras's immense strength. On the other, these universally despised vermin unexpectedly gained a glorious identity—a role that seemed to grant them legitimate permission to destroy. The servants were thrilled by their new role as "Exterminators," eager to unleash the desire for destruction within their hearts.

And so, the Burning Legion descended. The first world they sought contained no sleeping Titan, but the Pantheon had descended upon it long ago and established order there. Sargeras's army arrived, and for the first time, the Burning Legion bared its fangs at the many civilizations and races of the Dark Void.

"Charge! Kill!"

"Destroy it all!"

"Heh heh, your soul is mine!"

"Ah, come quickly! There are bad guys here! Ahahahaha! I'm the bad guy!"

"Die, you lowly insects!"

"..."

The entire world was stunned by the demons' madness the instant it came into contact with the Burning Legion. These villains of war, these messengers of destruction, relentlessly indulged their desires. All mortal civilization wailed and prayed amid the Burning Legion's flames, but to no avail. In the end, the world was reduced to ashes, and dozens of intelligent species were wiped out.

Naturally, the Burning Legion's campaign of destruction could not escape the notice of the Keeper appointed by the Pantheon. By the time the Constellar charged with overseeing this world's prosperity arrived, the demons had already ravaged the familiar world beyond recognition.

Before the Constellar could relay the news to the Pantheon, a sword-light filled with destruction struck from afar. That celestial being was erased by a single stroke from Sargeras.

Sargeras did not care about the death of this once-familiar race. He continued onward with his demon army. More worlds still needed him to save them, and his time was running short.

However, just as Sargeras and his Legion were preparing to destroy another world, a familiar figure appeared before him and blocked his path.

Aggramar, a Titan of the Pantheon, his disciple, his former comrade.

Looking at the body burning with flames before him and sensing the aura overflowing with Fel power, Aggramar felt heartsick. He spoke in shock:

"Sargeras... is it really you? My brother, why... why have you become like this? What... what exactly have you been through?"

Looking at the former brother before him, questioning him in anguish, Sargeras expressionlessly brushed his cracked skin and scattered several clusters of Fel flame. He answered Aggramar coldly:

"Aggramar, my time is short. I have no time for pointless reminiscing with you. Either leave and do not stand in my way, or join my ranks and become my aid. Make your choice."

"No! Sargeras, I can't believe that mad idea you once had in the Pantheon still hasn't faded. I always thought you would come to recognize your mistake. Your way is wrong!"

"Oh? What is wrong with my way?" Sargeras remained as cold as ever.

"Of course it is!" Seeing that Sargeras was willing to talk, Aggramar hurriedly said with excitement, "Of course it is wrong! After you left, we also discovered a world infected by the Void. It is called Azeroth. The World Soul it nurtures is more powerful than any before it. Once it is born, the Void Lords' power will no longer be feared! We have already healed it. All of this proves that your ideas are too extreme! Sargeras, it is time to turn back! You cannot continue down this wrong path!"

"Oh? Azeroth. Hm, I will remember that name. I will find an opportunity to destroy it. Only then can I prevent the Void from gaining a weapon that even I cannot stop."

"What?!" Upon hearing Sargeras's true intentions, Aggramar was stunned. He had never imagined that his brother had gone mad to such an extent. His voice trembled as he said, "Sargeras... I, I need an explanation from you. Why... why won't you accept our way? Why must you choose... this, this path that brings suffering to the universe?"

Facing Aggramar's furious questioning, Sargeras raised his hoarse voice and declared:

"The facts have proven that the methods of my cowardly Titan brethren are far too weak. While they save worlds one by one, who knows how many worlds have already fallen under the control of the Void Lords? Who knows how many World Souls are being slowly corrupted by the Void Lords? It is precisely their compromising mindset that ensures the threat of the Void Lords can never be eradicated. That is why I formed a force of my own."

"Only my Burning Legion is the one true force capable of purifying this universe!"

Sargeras raised his greatsword and pointed it at Aggramar, who had fallen into shock and fear. He said coldly:

"No one can stop me. Even Titans will be burned to ash before my Burning Legion!"

In a remote corner of the silent, icy Dark Void

The previously tranquil Void gradually rippled. Then a silver radiance flashed, forming a spatial rift, and a figure stepped out from it.

The figure put away the axe in his hand and looked around, seemingly searching for something.

"Where exactly is it? The direction I sensed should be here." This man was Vanidak, who had left the Titans of the Pantheon to act alone. After tracking the previous disturbance, he had arrived here through repeated spatial jumps.

"Oh? There is a world ahead. It carries a familiar aura. I think I should take a look." After searching carefully, Vanidak seemed to have found his target. He looked toward a distant world and activated another spatial jump.

Buzz!

A spatial gate tore open above that world. The next moment, Vanidak entered it. Looking at the scenery around him, he frowned and said in confusion:

"This place... I remember it somewhat. I seem to have come here before with Aman'Thul and the others, but... but it should not be like this. We should have reshaped this place already. It should be full of life and order."

Vanidak searched through the cold world, now covered in ruins. What he saw made him feel that something was terribly wrong.

"Destroyed to this extent... what happened? And these lingering energies... demons? No, this energy is different from the kind used by the demons I saw before. It seems purer."

He carefully touched a pool of green liquid left on a ruined wall. A sharp pain shot through his fingertip. Immediately afterward, a flame filled with evil energy ignited where the liquid had touched Vanidak, clashing continuously with the Titan energy within him before slowly fading away.

Staring at the lingering trace on his fingertip, Vanidak thought carefully as he inspected his surroundings, muttering to himself, "This thing feels like the refined power that remained in the flesh of the Void Terror I ate before. It is also incompatible with Titan energy. I remember it even left Aman'Thul in quite a sorry state back then..."

"This thing is dangerous!"

"Hm? There is something over there! It seems to be... a Constellar?!"

"Sargeras!"

"You have gone completely mad, my brother. What kind of evil existence has driven your mind into such madness?"

"This is unbelievable!"

After hearing Sargeras's words, Aggramar fell into shock and deep fear. He could not imagine that the once-noble warrior of the Pantheon was now resolutely determined to destroy the universe. It was something he had never imagined possible.

His Titan nature would not allow him to stand by and ignore Sargeras's world-ending actions. Overcoming his feelings for his former comrade and fellow Titan, Aggramar's tone became firm as he said to Sargeras:

"Sargeras, your mad ideas are the greatest threat to the Dark Void. No matter what we were before, now, here, I must stop you!"

"Oh? Is that so? With just you?" As if he had heard something amusing, Sargeras actually lowered his sword and burst into laughter.

"With just you? Aggramar? Empty-handed? You have not even brought out that laughable shield of yours! And you think you can stop me?"

As soon as Sargeras finished speaking, space beside him tore apart. To Sargeras's astonishment, a broken sword, extremely similar to the greatsword in his own hand, flew out and landed in Aggramar's grasp.

Aggramar reached out and caught the broken sword. Looking at its familiar form, he said in a deep voice:

"Gorribar, you too refuse to submit to evil?"

"Good. Then let us stop your master from falling into evil."

"Since you have chosen to fight at my side, I will give you a new name."

"Taeshalach, Flame Rend."

Flames erupted from the broken edge of the sword, eventually forming a scorching blade.

Aggramar swung Taeshalach and pointed it at the enraged Sargeras. Slowly, he said:

"Sargeras, Fallen... Titan, now..."

"I have come to stop you!"