Under the Holy Light Clerics' adoring gazes, Ria vanished from the hall where the Old God had been sealed, taking all the clerics with her. There were still several others she needed to deal with, after all.
While the Holy Light Clerics made a grand show of destroying the Old Gods, the bronze dragon among the five dragonflights suddenly widened his eyes within the river of time. He sensed Azeroth's timeline changing wildly.
As the guardian of history, how could he sit still? He hurriedly used his power to examine the river of time. Everything before the era of the Dark Portal was normal, but everything afterward had undergone enormous changes. The river of time had split into two branches, filling Nozdormu, leader of the Bronze Dragonflight and Lord of Time, with bewilderment.
He hurried to investigate where the changes had occurred. The first branch was still perfectly normal. Everything followed Azeroth's usual history, differing little from what he had seen before.
But the second branch made Nozdormu's jaw drop! "This... is this still Azeroth?" In the scenes revealed by the river of time, kingdoms that should have fallen still stood. Even the orcs who had invaded Azeroth lived amicably with humans, while the terrifying Old Gods vanished one after another. Just as he tried to look further, a pair of beautiful, golden eyes suddenly turned toward him. A shudder of terror instantly swept through Nozdormu's entire body.
"Spoilers aren't a good thing, you know!"
The cool, refined voice echoed in Nozdormu's ears. Even though he was a mighty dragon, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Someone actually saw me through the river of time. This has never happened before. Who is that woman? Why are the Old Gods so fragile in her hands? At that moment, countless