Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 274, Section 31: The Choice is Yours! Aegwynn, unleash Twilight Cannon on the enemies of Azeroth!

"These are my strength!"

Having made her decision, the Azerothian Star-Soul Lord beckoned for Chromie to step forward. She extended her star-studded hand and touched Chromie's forehead. Amidst the trembling of the bronze dragon, the Azerothian Star-Soul Lord whispered:
"The time of the bronze dragon, the magic web of the blue dragon, the life of the red dragon, the dream of the green dragon, and the land of the black dragon—these are all forces closely related to the essence of the world, representing the evolutionary rules of a world."

When I was shaping you, I endowed you with this potential power.

The Titans have deceived you.

They did not bestow their power upon you; they merely inspired your potential and granted you the authority to control the rules of the world of Azeroth.

This is the access control setting of the complex device 'Unified Field of All Things'. You are only using it but have never truly mastered it, which is why Deathwing can use the Dragon Soul to seize your power.

You are not the masters of power.

But now, you are!
The power of time in this world will be at your disposal, Krodhomme, a rare girl with a boy's name, a prodigal son who has returned, my child.

Don't let me down again!

As the Soul of the World's fingers truly touched Krom's massive dragon head, the earthen-yellow light of time surrounding her abruptly transformed, completely detaching her from the Titan timeline network and granting her a completely independent point in time.

The authority lock left by the Titans was shattered by the true master of the world, causing Krodhomme to let out a deep roar. The power of time reversed uncontrollably, enveloping Chromie in a huge cocoon of time with shifting sands.

The Star Soul granted her the power to truly control time, freeing her from relying on the Titans' gifts to truly control the flow of time in the world.

But this also means that Chromie needs to regain this ability.

"The Titans saved me, but then imprisoned me!"

Xinghun said with a hint of resentment and helplessness:

"They used the field of unity of all things to influence and discipline my power, attempting to guide me onto the path of order. However, each Star Soul has its own power bias. For you, the Force is unattainable, but for us, the Force is merely a tool at our disposal."

They've gone mad.

The Titans, who were supposed to govern order, were instead corrupted by arcane forces to the point of no return. Those incurable megalomaniacs and tyrants of order want me to follow in their footsteps as well.

But their plan to create perfect life in this world couldn't hide from me at all.

Aegwynn, humans like you are far from perfect in their eyes, which means that once they return, all life in this world will be destroyed as 'inferior goods'. I have seen it with my own eyes.

The insidious experimental devices they left behind in Azeroth are still operating today; that's one of the problems you must solve for me.

"Well, it's just that for you, the Force is a tool that can be used at will."

Diakum looked embarrassed and whispered:
"In fact, ordinary Star Souls like Lord Argus need to choose the Force as the vessel for awakening, but Supreme Star Souls have special privileges, which is why other Forces fear your true birth."

Once you awaken, the six fundamental forces will no longer be able to control the universe and wreak havoc in the cosmos as they do now; they will be reduced from 'power' to 'tool'.

They desire you, yet they fear you.

"But my awakening will take a long time. My potential is too exaggerated, which means I need at least several times more time than other star souls to truly mature. I am still just a child and pose no threat to them at all."

They couldn't even protect themselves.

The Star Soul avatar sighed, saddened by its tragic fate.

Then, forcing himself to look up at the golden pendant on the control panel of the Heart Chamber, he reached out and touched it, saying in a sorrowful tone:

"The Titans’ servants created this little thing to try to extract and use my power. Their experiment failed, but I actually quite like this exquisite ornament. If the Titans had given it to me as a gift, I wouldn’t resent them as much as I do now."

They are not incorrigible bad people.

They protect me and heal me, but I cannot tolerate their attempts to force themselves on me.

They were merely disciplined by the Force and forgot their nobility; they too were once my and Argus's people.

"Although it is a failed experiment, you can actually give it as a gift to your child, just as Argus bestowed his power upon the Eredar for the Thirty Days' War."

The Star Soul and its World Child always need a channel of communication.

Diakum stroked his Heart of Argus and whispered a suggestion:
"So why not choose a spokesperson for yourself? The world should roar at the onslaught of malice, just as I speak for Lord Argus."

"Hmph, do you think I didn't pick and choose?"

The Azerothian world-soul avatar glanced at Diakum and said:
“I may be young, but I’m not stupid. Diakum, you don’t need to lead me like this. Since Argus trusts you, I will trust you too. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

The vigilant remained silent for a moment.

He thought to himself that it was indeed not a good thing that this Star Soul was too smart. Back then, Lord Argus was so naive that he believed whatever he was told. But this kind of experience obviously could not be applied to this genius child, the Supreme Star Soul.

So, he asked:

"Was Azshara the last spokesperson you chose?"

"Yes, my most outstanding daughter. She was the one who gave me hope of escape after the tragedy of Galakrond. I gave her all the blessings I could at the time, hoping that she would become the sword in my hand, to fight against the Titans' imprisonment for me, and to cut through the corruption of the Void for me."

But I wasn't mature enough back then, and perhaps giving Azshara too much power caused her to become arrogant and rude due to being pampered.

Xinghun sighed, looking both disappointed and embarrassed, and said:

“I have absolutely no idea how to teach children, but by the time I realized it, it was too late. Azshara spends all her time by the Well of Eternity, asking me more about the mysteries of power, but she doesn’t understand what I really want her to do for me.”

Like a clueless fool, he quickly forgot my warnings under the temptation of the Dark Titan.

It wasn't until her kingdom collapsed, until she fell into the Well of Eternity, that she truly realized my longing and helplessness.

I don't trust ordinary people, because I have trusted them before!

The price of that trust was that my already unhealthy body was further damaged. Can you imagine the pain I suffered when the world collapsed? Diakum, can you imagine how long it took for my body to recover after it was torn to pieces?
I almost died.
Really.

It was so close!

If the field of unity of all things had not been still in operation, the tragedy caused by Azshara would have been enough to kill her poor mother.

That child, like the dragons, truly broke my heart.

"Condolences."

Diakum put himself in her shoes and thought that if his own daughter had done something like being lured by the "Fel-Powered Yellow Hair" to become a guide, almost sacrificing her own mother and tearing their already terrible family apart, breaking her legs would be too lenient, and it wouldn't be impossible for him to announce that he was severing ties with her on the spot.

This is hardly a biological daughter!
This is clearly a case of a past life enemy reincarnated to seek revenge.

The group of Eredar around him were stunned as they listened to the Azerothian Star Soul describe his "blood and tears" story.

Although everyone here is over 20,000 years old and knows that fate tends to favor the strong, to be as unlucky as the Azeroth Star Soul Lord is probably unique among all the stars. After being imprisoned, he attempted to fight back three times, but all three attempts failed for various strange reasons.
"You've had it tough too."

Archbishop Nelly said with a sigh, and Xinghun nodded helplessly. The bitter days of the past flashed through his mind, and he almost cried.

"Therefore, you must be very careful in choosing your spokesperson this time."

Diakum, standing nearby, offered some words of advice:

"Choose someone who is rational enough, not easily tempted, has a strong will, knows how to endure, is good at planning, is willing to go all out in critical moments, and also has good talent."

"Your intentions are written all over your face, Diakum!"

Xinghun gave a reprimand that was neither too harsh nor too gentle.

Then, He turned and looked at Magna Aegwynn, His gaze encompassing everything this human guardian had experienced from birth to the present. He said:

"You have brought disaster upon yourself because of your arrogance, which is enough to remind you to use your power wisely; you have experienced the destruction of your family and the loss of your loved ones, so you know that everything has a price; you know the truth of this world's history, and you know who the real enemy is, which is enough to keep you vigilant; you walk with the outstanding spokesperson of my ancient brother, which allows you to learn from his experience and wisdom."

In this chaotic world, it's truly difficult to find a better representative than you. Although your potential is far inferior to Azshara's, my poor physical condition doesn't allow me to be picky anymore.

So, Magna Egwin!

Are you willing to become the second world ambassador for Azeroth? Can you guarantee you won't follow in Azshara's footsteps?

"I am willing!"

Ms. Aegwynn knelt before Star Soul and said:
"And if I go astray, I believe Saint Diakum will definitely slap me with the light and shadow in his hand until I come to my senses."

"I hope so."

Star Soul reached out and touched the golden Heart of Azeroth, pouring his essence into it, adorning the flawed groove with great power, and then detached it from the control panel, letting it fall in front of Aegwynn.

Before the Guardian reached out to catch this world artifact, Diakum gave a warning:
"The mortal body cannot withstand the power of the world and maintain constant contact with the Star Soul. Therefore, you may have to go through a painful 'reversion'. You must return to the most powerful form of humanity in order to perfectly receive this power."

Ms. Aegwynn, this will be very painful.

We cannot offer any assistance; you must rely on yourself to persevere to the end.

"I have made up my mind, I have embraced the mission."

Egwin replied in this way.

She released the Staff of Elune's Guardian, which was emitting weak whimpering sounds, and temporarily handed over the Scepter of Sargeras on her back to the Archmage of the Light, Imira. Then she took a deep breath and grasped the golden pendant surrounded by the power of the world with both hands.

Its flesh begins to petrify the moment it is touched.

This is the process by which the power of the world enters the body and transforms it. As Diakum said, no one can intervene in it; Aegwynn must complete this "ascension" or "reversion" ritual alone.

While the Titans didn't do much good in Azeroth, the Guardian system they created was indeed very powerful.

Humanity's ancestors were those steel creations called "Aethel," or more precisely, the Iron Vrykul, the Titan Guardians who specialized in combat. This also explains why human warriors like Lothar could easily defeat orcs when they unleashed their full power.

Both are essentially descendants of the "Titan Guardians," but due to the lack of order in the Pantheon, they were caught in a vortex of fate hundreds of thousands of years later.

Therefore, order is a good thing, but an order that is too weak to protect itself will only lead to endless conflicts.

"I'm going to rest."

Azeroth was already in a state of "poor dragon health," and after being unexpectedly awakened and doing so much, it was exhausted and decided to have "all its beloved subjects kneel and pay their respects."

He wanted to return to slumber, but Diakum said:

"Perhaps you should hold on a little longer; the leaders of the trolls and elves are waiting for your audience."
They are also your children, the true origin of Azeroth. They should know and empathize with the injustices suffered by Mother World. Perhaps not all elves and trolls are willing to dedicate their power to you, but I believe that with the Burning Legion about to invade and the six fundamental forces eyeing you covetously, you should give your children a clear goal.

"And what about you, Diakum?"

Azeroth inquired:
"You are also one of the Six Forces. Perhaps you are the hand sent by the Holy Light to interfere with my destiny. What kind of path do you hope I will take?"

"I am a believer in the Holy Light, and I also walk in the shadows."

The vigilant replied:

"You need not worry about my will, for I have already lit my own light in the darkness. As for my desires, I hope you can freely choose your future. I have always believed that destiny is shaped by one's own hands, and I believe that whether one is a mortal or a star soul, one should have this right."

I will ensure you have the power of choice; this is why the Primal Light sent me here.

"You're quite the smooth talker, but can I really trust you?"

Xinghun said:
"There aren't many people I can trust anymore."

"You can see how I act; let me prove my vow with actions rather than words."

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Although Diakum chose to sneak into the village and avoid being shot, how could such a major event as the "Awakening of the Star Soul" be kept secret from the demigods he had invited to stay temporarily in the Silithus desert?

The fastest to react were the Loa, the gods of the trolls.

This time, the Golden Empire went all out, sending three Loa gods: the royal Loapaku, the god of new life Akunda, and the god of brute force Tokali. These three Loa had been resting in the desert after fighting the insects, and the moment the Star Soul awoke, the three-headed Loa jumped up as if their nerves were twitching.

"Quickly! Zul, Talanji, put on your most magnificent clothes and come with me to meet the World Will!"

Adorned with gold and silver, even its claws are inlaid with luxurious gold and jewels. It also has a "big gold chain" and a troll-style gem-gold crown. The royal Loapaku flaps its wings and stirs up storms in the desert.

It yelled at the top of its lungs, prompting the prepared Dark Prophet Zul to rush out of his tent.

Princess Talanji was a little slow, and as a result, she was scolded by Loa and the Dark Prophet, leaving Princess All Souls looking aggrieved.

What girl goes out without makeup?

Moreover, this is a trip to meet the Soul of the World. If she doesn't present herself beautifully, does she want to run out like a crazy person and embarrass the Golden Empire?
This is the most important diplomatic occasion in Azeroth!

"Hurry up!"

The Dark Prophet, usually so composed and with an air of charlatanry, was now extremely agitated. Astride Paku's saddle, it shouted to Talanji behind it:
"You've been raised to be arrogant by your father, and you can't even tell what's truly important! This is a momentous occasion—an audience with the will of the world—even your father is rushing to meet you. Do you know how many legendary figures in this world crave such an opportunity but never get it?"

"In the entire world, in the entire history, few have had such an honor. Child, you must behave properly later. This is the perfect opportunity to solidify the legitimacy of the trolls. As long as the world's will acknowledges us, the troll empire, which has been in decline for millennia, can instantly return to its former glory."

"I understand, but why didn't you say so sooner!"

Princess Talanji, while hanging her ornaments on her luxurious robe in the strong wind, muttered a complaint:

“You told me before you left that I was to meet the World Will, so I brought my most honorable clothes with me. Look at me now! I look like a country bumpkin. Isn’t this a disgrace to the Empire?”

"Don't be silly. What meaning does the dignity of mortals have in the face of the world's will?"

The Dark Prophet patiently instructed:
"We must serve the Great Power with a sincere heart. It is our mother of the world, and the heart of the world. What mother would despise her child for being ugly? Of course, even so, we must still maintain a certain level of dignity."

"Hurry up and wash your face with some water to get rid of your half-applied makeup!"

"Ow."

"Look! Boss Rezan is here too."

Paku found the Dark Prophet's words very reasonable, and immediately hid the overly luxurious gold chain around his neck, fearing that the world's will would find him, a Loa, too ostentatious. However, as he flew toward the center of the great desert, the Pterodactyl God soon discovered that his companions were also on their way.

Princess Wanling, who was wiping her face with water, looked down.

Good guy!
The Loa, the royal family of the empire, and Lord Rezan, the guardian of the kings, emerged from the sandstorm in spirit form. The colossal Demon Tyrant King took a step and roared as he raced toward the place where the world's will had manifested.

Behind it, the Loas from Zandalar and all over the world rushed out in droves.

The Loas, large and small, including the god of hunting, Gonk, the god of garbage, Gani, the god of immortality, Kagwa, the Lord of the Night, Shirik, the god of conspiracy, Shadra, the god of warriors, Gibour, the god of black panthers, Besek, followed Rezan as he ran through the sands, and the sandstorm that he stirred up almost blocked all his path.

Furthermore, a steady stream of Loa descended upon this place in spirit form, clearly sensing the awakening of the world's will.

Although the Loa, this unique race, each has their own ideas and unity has never been a virtue of theirs, as members of an ancient spirit, the knowledge they possess is enough to make them aware of the grandeur of the world's will and the importance of being recognized.

The Loa and the Wilderness Demigods are basically only missing the "stamp of certification" from a Titan Guardian. I missed the first wave and became a wild god in the countryside. Now I really can't miss this opportunity to "ask for a seal".

Oh dear, if only Lord Star Soul would give me a second glance, and preferably say "You're a good Loa," wouldn't my status as a Loa in Azeroth be secure?

Faced with such recognition, what does the noble status of a Wilderness Demigod matter?

Hmph, our poor Loa, now you're finally going to be awesome!

(End of this chapter)