Beneath the ocean, within the seal.
"What an incompetent waste. The Lich King drew most of the attention, and you still failed." N'Zoth seemed to be speaking to someone else, yet he was the only one within the seal. "It seems Sargeras was right to abandon you."
"Sargeras certainly has a good eye." Naturally, N'Zoth knew Sargeras. As an old adversary of the Old Gods, Sargeras was quite powerful-at least, the Old Gods acknowledged him as a formidable opponent.
Back then, Sargeras had transformed Xavius into the first satyr. However, Sargeras seemed to have little interest in Xavius. After transforming him, he had ignored him, leaving him to fend for himself.
"Patrick Cabrolon? Illidan Stormrage? How interesting." N'Zoth continued talking to himself. "Perhaps I have found a few new toys."
Dark currents surged through the seawater surrounding the seal. Torrents beneath the ocean could only be more destructive than the towering waves on its surface.
"It seems it is time to carry out the next stage of the plan." N'Zoth had never expected Xavius to succeed. In N'Zoth's eyes, Xavius was merely laying the groundwork. If Xavius happened to succeed, it would only be an unexpected bonus. His main purpose was still to draw everyone's attention across Azeroth, attracting enough hatred to pave the way for N'Zoth's next plan, while also testing Azeroth's strength and striking a blow against those supposedly righteous races.
"Next, enjoy the spectacle I have so carefully prepared for you. I hope you can withstand the coming of the Hour of Twilight and the flames of catastrophe. And Patrick Cabrolon, Illidan Stormrage, I hope you can pass the trial I have prepared for you."
N'Zoth's enormous eye unleashed a dark ray that pierced straight through the Titans' seal. The Firelord, who was resting and rebuilding his