An inconceivable sight appeared before them. The corpse of Loken, King of Wisdom, and the dismembered remains of General Vezax had been fused by Yogg-Saron's black blood, becoming a creature resembling an Abomination.
It was unclear whether Yogg-Saron had absorbed Loken's and Vezax's corpses or whether the three of them had merged. In any case, an Old God, a Faceless One, and a giant had fused into a single being.
At a thought from Patrick, the surrounding Arcane energy instantly turned into fireballs and flew toward the Fusion Giant, but every one of them was blocked by metal tissue or flesh.
"A trifling trick. Do you think this alone can defeat me?" Loken's head laughed uproariously and mocked them without restraint. Then General Vezax's head spoke. "Now, you will be the finest proof of my power. Your lives will serve as an offering to this world."
Countless tentacles sprouted from the giant's abdomen and legs, sweeping straight toward the eight of them.
"This is bad." Patrick was somewhat at a loss. A Fusion Giant appearing here was not something he remembered. Judging by the current situation, this Fusion Giant seemed to combine the properties of Iron Giants and Faceless Ones, and his other abilities were still unknown.
To Patrick, power was not frightening. Was Azeroth short of powerful people or things? Were the stag-man Malorne, Archimonde, Kil'jaeden, and Sargeras not powerful? Yet they had all failed. What did power matter? As long as they had weaknesses and there were ways to deal with them, as long as they themselves were subject to limitations, defeating them was absolutely possible.
In this world, what was truly frightening was always the unknown. This Fusion Giant was far too bizarre and dangerous. Moreover, he was Yogg-Saron's creation, fused together by Yogg-Saron's black blood. Until