On one of the Pantheon's enormous seats, Herad paced back and forth in agitation.
The seat's surface, which rivaled a large city in area, gave him a sense of unreality.
Clearly, his fear of enormous objects was acting up.
Ordinary enormous objects would not actually trigger that fear.
For example, the Titan-forged that stood ten or twenty meters tall.
Even though they could crush a large crowd of people if they fell over.
Herad was not afraid of those big fellows.
After all, he could easily blast big fellows like those to death with spells.
No one would fear a big fellow they could beat.
No matter how big they were, it was all just empty bulk!
One volley of Arcane Barrage, pew pew, and he could happily wrap up the fight.
But Titans and Titan-forged were two different things.
Even Aegwynn, Azeroth's mightiest mage, had only managed to kill the Avatar of Sargeras with help from the Dragonflights.
And that was only because the Avatar of Sargeras had other plans and did not want to escalate matters on the spot.
Otherwise, the so-called mightiest mage and the invincible Dragons that ruled the skies would have been reduced to dust with a flick of his finger.
Even a mere avatar of a Titan was already that powerful.
His true form was simply beyond the power of mortals to match!
That was how invincible the Titans were.
Only when they killed one another would they suffer losses.
Even a chair a Titan had once sat on still made Herad's heart tremble.
That was a trace of presence left behind by an overlord of the universe.
If Herad had possessed extremely high proficiency in necromancy, he might have been able to summon the souls of the dead Titans, then resurrect them to