A magic circle appeared beneath Vanidak's feet. Silver-white radiance flared with his shout, threads of light weaving together into a beam that shot into the space above and vanished.
Watching Vanidak's movements, Sargeras could not quite read him. He did not know whether his opponent truly had some trump card, so he froze in place and dared not act rashly, merely observing Vanidak's next move.
After finishing all this, Vanidak raised one hand to his forehead. A snickering laugh came from beneath his hood. His expression could not be seen, but his voice brimmed with confidence as he said:
"Sargeras, pray. Celebrate. Because you only have this much time left to live. Once you see my brand-new weapon, you'll understand just how pale and powerless your struggle is now... Heh heh heh, hahahaha!"
Seeing his opponent's confident movements, as well as that posture, expression, and tone that inexplicably irritated him, Sargeras suddenly found it hard to restrain his fury. Yet he feared this might be Vanidak's trap. Among the many Titans of the Pantheon, Vanidak was the one Sargeras found most impossible to fathom. He had never figured out just how powerful this deranged Titan truly was. After all, in Sargeras's eyes, anyone who could deal with him on the Void Lords' home ground without suffering much injury was far stronger than Sargeras himself.
As Sargeras watched Vanidak strike poses and hesitated over his next move, a Nathrezim messenger quietly arrived from behind and reported:
"Master Sargeras, according to the Eredar Witch Coven's surveillance, nothing is approaching this world. They believe the enemy may merely be putting on a show. Also, the materials you sent back some time ago have been fully converted. Our weapon can be used at any time."
"Hmm? Is that so?" Sargeras was somewhat surprised by