Sargeras, roaming the vast sea of stars, viciously cleaved apart an asteroid hurtling toward him.
Normally, he would have dodged it or swatted it aside.
But he had been in a foul mood lately.
He was an interstellar supervillain who had devoted himself to bullying for countless tens of thousands of years.
Yet lately, someone had been bullying the energy clone he had left on Argus!
That fellow, who had appeared out of nowhere, came over to attack every few days.
Each time, his opponent showed up in plain sight.
There was no intention of launching a sneak attack at all.
Once this side was ready, the opponent would blast him with a few shots, then leave with effortless nonchalance.
Although the damage was minor, all of it blocked by the Flame Shield.
The psychological humiliation was considerable!
It was like someone suddenly coming to your school and slapping you twice across the face before you had even done anything wrong.
You wanted to go out and settle the score with your enemy, but certain school rules prevented you from leaving.
If you only got hit once or twice occasionally, you could grit your teeth and bear it.
But the other party rushed over to hit you every few days.
Faced with something so infuriating, Sargeras was in an utterly foul mood!
He was currently on his way to Azeroth.
He reckoned he could get there in thirty or forty years.
Then he could use the Giant Sword to stab the dangerous Azeroth apart.
He would eliminate that world-soul, said to have unimaginably great potential, ahead of time.
But the ideal was rosy, while reality was bleak!
He had barely left before trouble began brewing behind him.
At first, the problems were not serious.
Only marauder-level enemies were causing trouble.