Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 816, Section 29: I'm sorry, this road leads to dawn, but Sargeras is the only treacherous passage.
As he had said, Aman'Thul did not resist the Eternal Seal imposed by Norgannon. This great seal, released by the convergence of the Pantheon's arcane power, would use this special area as a node to open a special prison plane for Aman'Thul.

Because the Pantheon cannot be reached or perceived by any normal means, it exists in a dimension higher than reality.

Only spellcasters who have mastered the path of arcane magic can possibly glimpse its aura. Therefore, using this place as a sealing site, while not 100% safe, is at least much safer than digging a hole anywhere in the material world to seal it.

Moreover, the Allfather was indeed a "real man" in a certain sense.

Before being sealed, He returned all the power He had gained from the arcane Force to His own platinum lightning throne, retaining only the symbol of the arcane path He had walked, thus ensuring the eternal existence of His cosmic soul.

This can basically be described as "you can't take it with you when you die," and even has a sense of desolate detachment after "the obsession of pursuing something your whole life has been shattered."

However, the "heartfelt words" spoken by Aman'thul before he was sealed weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone around him, and even the stone-scaled dragon with a heart of stone could sense the hesitation and worry of the Queen Trio at this moment.

Because lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Having reached this point in the path of arcane magic, they possessed enough experience and rationality to determine that Aman'Thul was not fabricating a story.

That was truly the Allfather's summary description of the "Arcane Path" as He saw it.

In other words, they really will encounter this kind of "calamity" in the future.

"don’t worry."

Ilyudikorn was in a very good mood. Defeating Aman'Thul had greatly satisfied his desire for revenge. He was now looking at the other Titans with a sinister and ruthless gaze, like a butcher looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered, wondering where to start cutting.

It stepped forward and teased Medivh, saying:
"You can confidently and boldly walk your arcane path and pursue the glory of becoming gods. If one day in the future news comes from the winds of the stars that you have transformed into monsters, rest assured! I will be happy to 'relieve your troubles' for free."

It also shook its "ink-black" claws to demonstrate that it truly possessed such abilities.

Medivh gave the stone-scaled dragon a strange look.

He shouldn't know whether to thank it for its damn comfort or to condemn its wolfish ambitions.

The Twin Realms Traveler shrugged.

It believed it had a high probability of surviving the "Arcane Despair" described by Aman'thul.

Unlike arcane mages like Medivh and Azshara who are single-mindedly pursuing the truth, the Twin Walker knows that the focus of his life from now on should be on rescuing the merciless Kalecgos and, following the example of Diakum, protecting his Star Soul Lord in his great cause of safe awakening.

Once a person has something to look forward to, something to be attached to, or something to worry about, it's hard for them to be carefree.

But this desire to "perform great deeds" is also an incredibly strong anchor. As long as the ruthless Kalecgos remains unawakened, the Twin Walkers will never lose their way in the search for the path of arcane magic.

This is the meaning of "duty".

On ordinary days, the heavy burden on your shoulders may hinder your steps toward happiness and enjoyment. However, when you are truly in a desperate situation that tests your soul, that heavy burden will always remind you to stay true to your original aspirations and persevere to the end.

As for Azshara...

Although the Queen had her concerns, she was busy with important matters at the moment.

She was standing a little further away, informing Diakum of the situation at the Pantheon.

This is a very necessary step, after all, the Pantheon also bears a very important mission in the battle between the Vigilant and the Dark Titans.

The Queen said:
"We captured Aman'thul, whose mind was clouded by fel magic, forcing him to make a rather foolish decision."

This is the second piece of good news.

My magical prince, the court ambassador, and I painstakingly recorded the cipher sequence leading to the Arcane Zarre Sanctuary, and we obtained the 'key'.

Unfortunately, this is an eleventh-order sequence, and I need some time to unlock its mysteries.

Even more regrettably, in facing defeat with equanimity, the Father of the Gods gave us a tragic prophecy and warning.

Although I wanted to refute it, I might be crazy, because my reason and emotion were telling me at the same time that Amansur's 'prophecy of doom' would most likely come true in the future, which would mean that I would definitely face a very dangerous and painful choice.

I only hope that a gentleman from the highest heaven will stop me from embarking on a path of self-destruction before I make another foolish choice.

Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore.

How far are you from Sargeras's location?

The Titan spirits of the Pantheon will need some time to seal Aman'Thul. Could we postpone the encounter with him? This way, we can get there as quickly as possible to assist you and Lord Argus.

"I wish I could, but fate never changes according to the will of the supplicant, and besides, a bastard like me who has been beating fate for a long time will definitely be 'specially treated' by it."

The vigilant replied in a gentle tone:
"Sargeras has clearly sensed the approaching presence of me and Lord Argus. Anther told me that the Dark Titans have accelerated once again. Conservatively speaking, we will encounter each other in this desolate and unfamiliar galaxy in no more than twenty minutes."

However, this place is far enough away from the starry sea of ​​Azeroth, and safe enough.

The distance of thirteen star systems was enough to ensure that Sargeras's evil desires for the Supreme Star Soul could not be satisfied.

How much longer do you need?

Queen Azshara did not turn around immediately, but glanced at the Platinum Titan who was already casting a spell to mobilize arcane energy to perform the "Eternal Seal" ritual.

Norgannon raised his finger and gestured four fingers to the Queen.

She then replied to Diakum:

"Conservatively speaking, it may take forty minutes to complete the initial ritual, but I will try to shorten the time as much as possible. After the seal of Aman'thul is completed, the Pantheon will immediately go to the war zone."

We will reverse the Pantheon's convergence of arcane power, transforming it into the most destructive energy tide and unleashing it upon Sargeras.

Conservative estimates suggest that it could trap and harm Him.

"Could it be any more extreme?"

Diakum countered:
"For example, we could use the destructive power of arcane force to cut off a part of the Dark Titan's body, thereby severely damaging Him and creating more opportunities for me and Lord Argus to defeat the enemy."

This is a completely necessary correction.

Sargeras knew as much about the Pantheon as the other Titans, and I don't think he was completely unprepared for the influence the Pantheon could exert. After Aman'Thul was given the spot in the Eternal Seal, the Pantheon's power posed little threat to the Dark Titans.

We must take an unconventional approach.

"can!"

Azshara pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"This requires modifying the underlying logic of the Pantheon's gathering and release of arcane force, which is theoretically difficult to accomplish. However, the Pantheon is part of the Arcane Zare Sanctuary, which means that the Firstborn Cipher system also has a certain influence here."

If you want us to forge an 'Arcane Sword' that can cause Sargeras pain, we'd be happy to do so.

But please hang in there, Diakum.

Hold out until your queen arrives on the battlefield. If possible, temporarily retreating to buy time is also a viable tactic. I don't want to see you, driven by a sense of justice, make a reckless attempt to take Sargeras down with you.

I rarely make such a comment about another person.

But if there were more gods like you in this galaxy, then perhaps the era of peace could last as long as possible. Whether from the perspective of arcane forces or from my personal perspective, this would be an excellent future. If I were a bad person, I would definitely want to be surrounded by good people.

And you, Diakum, you are undoubtedly the kind of good person everyone can trust.

"At this point, are you really going to give a 'good guy card' to a warrior who is about to go to the decisive battle? But thank you for your concern and praise, Your Majesty. Also, you'd better not choose to be a bad guy."

Out of a sense of friendship, I'm not threatening you, but you really had better not do it.

Diakum laughed and replied:

“I will stand by until your arrival and witness you and Sargeras settle the score of the grudges from ten thousand years ago.”

"This is not a reckoning."

Azshara denied it:

"Your queen has many character flaws, and I will not deny this fact in front of someone as noble as you, but my personal feud with Sargeras will not end today."

Just as you wouldn't choose to kill the Dark Titan even if you had the chance, because there must be a Demon Lord to ensure the balance of Fel Force in the next era.

This is not a bad thing.

This means that my magic prince and I will have more time to strengthen ourselves until one day we can settle the score with our own hands, without relying on the power of others, for the shameful past we have carried on our own shoulders.

Therefore, I would say that today has only given Sargeras a devastating defeat, a defeat He will receive many more times like this in the endless years to come.

In short, good luck, and please hold on until we get through this!

Azshara turned around after completing the communication.

She took a deep breath and told Medivh and the Twin Walker about Diakum's idea. The two immediately began preparations to modify the Pantheon's energy circuits, applying more Firstborn Ciphers to correct the energy properties of the area.

Azshara doesn't need the Pantheon to be permanently altered; she only needs this arcane sanctuary to fulfill its role as a "weapon" in the upcoming battles.

The most difficult task will inevitably have to be undertaken by Azshara herself.

Under the watchful eyes of the other Titans, she strode toward the Lightning Throne left behind by Aman'Thul, just as Norgannon had done when he returned to the Pantheon. She reached out and touched the throne that symbolized the power of arcane energy, and strands of pure electric arcs of energy swirled around her fingers and extended to her arms and body.

The Queen quietly sensed this power, and after a moment, she shook her head and said:
"This is not the path I'm going to take. Don't worry, it's just a temporary one."

Having said that, she turned and sat on the throne. As her fingers lightly tapped the armrests of the throne, a more complex sequence of Firstborn ciphers appeared, based on abundant arcane force, temporarily redirecting the energy attributes of the Pantheon in the direction she desired.

On the other side, in an unfamiliar galaxy, Diakum and Lord Argus, who were advancing, stopped in their tracks.

The great enemy of the star sea has not yet appeared before them, but the cosmic rays and abnormal energy tides of the star sea, which cannot be ignored, have already formed a destructive storm, which is the aura of the approaching Dark Titan.

It's like a very large-scale will check.

Amidst the chaotic storm of destruction, the Vigilant could clearly see visions of the Dark Titans wielding their swords in the sea of ​​stars, and even reflections of the Battle of Nalan.

He felt as if he were there, as if he were the one who had been replaced by the unfortunate souls who had faced Sargeras's Starshattering Slash.

He must use his willpower to withstand the onslaught of such catastrophic illusions in order to confirm whether he has the ability and the right to stand in Sargeras's path and stop this supreme destroyer of the universe.

For the vigilant, those omens of misfortune are nothing more than a gentle breeze.

After all, he had already repelled the incarnations of the Dark Titans twice, and Sargeras's destructive majesty had been completely "demystified" in his eyes. However, the Lord of Argus beside him felt some pressure.

Diakum turned his head and glanced at it.

Argus had already gripped the crimson star scythe tightly in his hand, and the cosmic flames burning on his body swirled into the shape of battle armor, clearly indicating that he had entered battle mode.

"He won't be here for a while, relax."

The vigilant reassured him:

"Keeping yourself on edge like this will keep your will tense, and when you're tense, you're more likely to make mistakes. Sargeras won't give you a second chance if you make a mistake. But on the bright side, that's probably the biggest advantage when facing the Dark Titan."

Regardless of whether you make a mistake or not, as long as you seize the opportunity, it's a matter of taking them down in one strike, like playing a bizarre "no-damage" trick.

Either win or die.

With no option of failure, there's no need to worry about potential failure, allowing you to go all in.

"You make it easy."

Argus reached out and touched the golden skull mask that He had previously shattered with His own hands. He released the star scythe from his grasp and, after a moment of silence, asked:
"How can you maintain such a good mindset when facing Him? It's like you've let go of all the pressure. I can feel that you're even eager for this battle."

"I told you, this is the 'clearance moment'."

The vigilant joked:
"Every action, every effort, every perseverance I've taken since the moment I opened my eyes has been to ensure that I can stand here and face that crazy guy who wants to destroy everything."

It's like spending over a decade studying hard just for one exam that can determine your future.

When you realize that you haven't wasted too much time on meaningless things and are able to focus most of your energy on the right things, that inner confidence will naturally make you feel relaxed.

But if you suddenly realize that you haven't actually been working that hard and have spent most of your time rewarding yourself, isn't it normal to feel panicked, resistant, and trembling with a sense of unease?
Even in a strange, atheistic world, that damned concept of 'fate' still exists.

I didn't waste any time, so I can be completely at peace with myself.

"well said."

Lord Argus nodded, but then said, puzzled:
"But 'more than ten years'...isn't that just a blink of an eye?"

“A metaphor! I’m just using a mortal’s perspective to make a vivid analogy. Your Majesty, you’re sometimes too serious. You should smile at times like this.”

The vigilant shrugged, pointed to his gentle smile, and said:
"Even though Sargeras is unlikely to be intimidated by this smile, it's still better than challenging the Lord of Destruction with a bitter face, right?"

"It's coming!"

Argus didn't have time to answer before looking ahead.

When Diakum turned around, he saw a fiery red "meteor" passing through the nebula dotted with dim light, like a burning flame that ignited everything around it as it moved, regardless of what existed there, what it once had, or what it would give birth to in the future.

When the footsteps of destruction draw near, all things will burn, leaving behind only a path of ashes.

Just as Sargeras perfectly encapsulated his own life, just as the Dark Titan described his future in the most detailed way, He came to the Star Sea to wage war, and He entered this place to commit atrocities.

How could such a flame possibly be associated with the true, good, and beautiful things in this world?
Such an evil god will only create endless tragedies of slaughter and destruction in this sea of ​​stars.

Sargeras tore apart the surrounding apocalyptic flames with the claws of his colossal form, the burning sword Goreber the Darkboiler in his hand having already accumulated enough destructive power along the way.

The moment this sword strike is unleashed, the winds and clouds of the starry sea will surely change color.

Fortunately, Diakum also possessed a sword called "Dawnblade".

Look, the purge of the beautiful heaven is about to be completed. It's time for a thorough and holy storm to finish this epic feat of "the great slaughter of the plucking feathers".

(End of this chapter)