Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 829, Section 42: Rejoice, Demons, Your King Has Returned - Bonus Chapter [25]

(Bonus chapter for the brothers who have been correcting the errors [2/5])
The Pantheon now appears somewhat empty.

Eonar has left this place forever, returning to the world of her birth under Elune's escort to undergo a rebirth like Argus. He left all the arcane power He had given Him in His throne, just as Aman'Thul did before He was sealed away.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, the divine power of the Father of Gods and the Oathbinder of Life has not disappeared.

These two great powers are merely residing in the Pantheon, waiting for qualified arcane practitioners to enter the Pantheon on their own. This is clearly also a kind of inheritance of great power, but given the current state of the Star Sea Arcane Force, which is just beginning to gain momentum, it will be quite difficult for these two powers to find inheritors.

Conservative estimates suggest it would take at least several thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years.

Gogonas and Kaz'goroth weren't there either; the two had been invited by the Eredar to conduct a "review" of their Argus world.

This confirms that the world ecology of Argus is normal after the reconstruction.

It is said that after completing their inspection of Argus, the Roaring Howlers and Worldforgers will also make a trip to Azeroth, where the Unified Field of All Things has not yet been inspected since its demolition. Although the people of Azeroth are not very welcoming of the Titans' return, the Saviors are still quite rational.

They were willing to let these two Titan Souls conduct a "full-body examination" of their World Mother to confirm that there were no other hidden dangers on the planet Azeroth.

This was clearly not something that could be done in a short time, so now only Norgannon, who was guarding the house and the seal, and Aggramar, who was about to leave, remained in the Pantheon.

The Pantheon is located in a dimension higher than reality, and visitors can travel to different areas to observe as needed.

At this moment, the Pantheon floated above the celestial dimension of Draenor. Aggramar stood at the edge of the Pantheon, the Titan Soul wearing a heavy helmet with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the world that he had personally changed in ancient times.

Do you hate them?

Norgannon's voice came from behind, and the Dream Weaver asked:
"Actually, orcs and ogres can also be considered your 'children,' especially the ogre leader who displayed an exaggerated arcane talent on the day he defeated you, which was clearly inherited from your power."

But they come to attack you driven by a wild, hateful echo of nature.

You were just doing a good deed. If it weren't for your intervention, this world would have been completely devoured by the primal giants of wild nature long ago.

"No, I have no hatred."

Agramah shook his head and said:
"Draenor's wild nature designated me as its nemesis before returning to its original form. Although this hatred may seem subtle to onlookers, from its own perspective, I am indeed an unforgivable enemy for arbitrarily interrupting its 'ascension' and ultimately causing its downfall."

They only inherited a portion of my talents, but I never helped them grow up. I was just one of the reasons they were born, but not a true 'father' in the real sense.

I have no reason or right to ask orcs and ogres to do anything for me, because it is this broken yet resilient world that has been supporting them.

Therefore, the children of the world, born from the primordial life of Draenor, should fulfill this 'last wish' for their mother planet.

This wasn't even a request; it was a duty they had to fulfill.

Moreover, the giants of primordial life are a group of wild beings that cannot be restrained by morality and ethics, and the World Tree Tayara still stands in the Nataan jungle.

If the warriors of Draenor fail to bring back news of victory this time, it's hard to say what kind of trouble the World Tree, born from the wild nature, might cause if it cannot find peace.

I do not wish for any more lives to suffer because of me.

Moreover, the attacks by orcs and ogres actually gave me freedom rather than simply seeking revenge.

I should be the one saying 'thank you'.

"To be able to settle my feud with Draenor through such a predictable 'defeat,' allowing a soul that harbored hatred for me to rest in peace, is not a bad thing for me as I prepare to embark on my journey."

This somewhat "nice guy" remark made Norgannon nod.

The Dream Weaver has always seen things very clearly. Unlike Ai-chan, who is a "good parent" who cares for her children and even spoils them, the wild nature of Draenor and the children it has nurtured are in a very delicate "mother-child" relationship.

This mother would even create something like the "Crimson Catastrophe" to restrict the orcs' progress.

Despite the forest spirits' repeated explanations that this was merely a "trial" from life itself, this behavior alone encapsulates how wild nature treats its children:

Only those beings strong enough to survive my "trickery" are qualified to call themselves "Sons of Draenor"!
Well, under the protection of such a "world will," it's understandable that the martial virtues of the orcs, ogres, crow people, and forest spirits, these native creatures, are all exceptionally high.

Weaklings!
It's truly impossible to survive in the Draenor ecosystem!
Fortunately, after the Vigilantes mediated through a world war, the relationship between the World's Children and the world itself has improved considerably. As long as they fulfill their desire for the wild nature's final revenge, Draenor will surely enter a long period of "favorable weather".

This is very important.

Besides allowing life to flourish and multiply among all races, Draenor now harbors a weakened planetary soul.

Even with the absurdity of "surrogacy," all the races of Draenor still hope that this unfortunate Star Soul can recover and grow in their world.

This is a rare honor, and the racial blessing one receives for looking after a planet determines the limits of Draenor's civilization in the vast universe. This forces Draenor's leaders to seriously consider the long-term consequences of this matter.

Therefore, when the Eredar launched the War of Reconquest, every race in Draenor that was still able to function sent its best troops to carry out "revenge for the world."

They clearly viewed it as a "sacred ritual".

However, Draenor is not without wise men. At least for the ogre chieftain Mar'gok and the orc shaman leader Drek'Thar, they have enough wisdom to unravel the complex relationships involved.

They knew very well that the Starsea Giant, who wielded a burning sword and was captured by fel energy, could in a sense be considered the "ancestral father" and "source of power" of both races.

Of course, they dared not say such things in the world of Draenor, lest their raging "Mother Ancestor" recall the painful past and become agitated again, unleashing a series of undeserved calamities.

"Are you going to leave your 'legacy' to them? If you consider them your 'children' as well."

Norgannon then asked:

"For example, leaving your power as a 'Guardian' in the Pantheon, waiting for a warrior from Draenor to acquire it someday?"

"No, I will scatter it across the Milky Way."

Agramah said:
"This legacy should not be restricted to anyone. If the warriors of Draenor also want to become Order Keepers like I was in the past, then they have to find their own way to obtain it."

'Guardians of Order' is not a path unique to arcane magic, and I would be pleased to see other practitioners of the Force inherit my will. After I depart, I beg you to unlock the seal on this path and spread its legacy across this thriving galaxy.

This is my last prayer, my brother.

He looked at Norgannon, who solemnly made a gesture of oath in front of his chest, which reassured Aggramar.

He then looked back at the devastated world of Draenor, which was in dire need of rebuilding.

After a moment, He sighed and said:
"I'm leaving; the evil is calling me."

Although he already knew Aggramar had made his decision, Norgannon still couldn't help but ask at this moment:

Which kind of 'destruction' do you want to embrace?
As far as I know, before his resurrection, the noble Argus bestowed upon Illidan Stormrage the 'destruction of rebellion' that He had taken from Sargeras. I suppose you're looking for a similar concept?

"Destruction through resistance?"

Aggramar looked at his brother with a strange expression, shook his head and said:

"No, there is no such concept of destruction, Norgannon."

Based on my understanding of fel energy over tens of thousands of years, I would tell you that the correct interpretation of the concept of destruction that Argus left for Illidan Stormrage is 'self-destruction'! It is a symbol of the fel energy's destructive desire to reach its final stage.

After it destroys everything, it will begin to destroy itself. Just like Illidan Stormrage, who used the power of fel energy but dedicated himself to slaughtering demons.

He used the power of fel energy to destroy fel energy itself, which perfectly aligns with the symbolism of 'self-destruction,' so Argus's decision to pass this legacy to Illidan was a stroke of genius.

That was the final link in the 'Three Phases of Destruction,' and the final stage of the 'Arc of Destruction.'

"Hmm, interesting."

This was the first time Norgannon had heard of such a claim, and He asked with great interest:

"And what about you? My brother, you said before that you would become 'Avenger Aggramar,' so the symbol of destruction you will embrace is related to 'revenge'?"

"To be precise, it is 'orderly destruction'."

Agramah explained:
"All targeted destruction, such as revenge, retaliation, vendettas, murder, etc., planned, justified, and morally justified destruction will be the symbol I embrace."

Just as I will seek revenge against Sargeras in the Twisting Nether and do everything in my power to prevent a catastrophe like the Burning Crusade from ever happening again, I will even cooperate with Illidan Stormrage to ensure that our fel symbol is not seized by Sargeras, making him a true destroyer above all else.

Of course, this will have to wait until Illidan Stormrage truly reaches the end of the path he has chosen.

Sargeras was defeated.

I suspect that He will find a way to completely strip away the influence of arcane magic on Him, allowing Him to truly return to the embrace of fel energy.

He was defeated, but by fully embracing fel energy, he was given even greater power and destructive force.

If anyone thinks that Sargeras' defeat by the Lord of Dawn means the Dark Titans—no, that name will never exist again—then anyone who dares to challenge Sargeras will be utterly annihilated.

This defeat was more like a 'transcendence' and 'ascension' for Him; He would be permanently trapped in the Twisting Nether, where He would become a truly 'invincible god'.

Norgannon was startled.

Then, the dream weaver said:

"So, according to your interpretation, the destruction that Sargeras embraces is 'disorderly destruction' or 'primitive destruction'?"

"Yes, the original and purest symbol among the three phases of destruction, the power closest to the source of evil energy, and one could even say it represents the supreme will that distorts the void."

Agramah nodded.

As He raised His hand, a wisp of eerie green fel energy burst forth from His fingertip the instant He dissipated His power as the Arcane God.

He said:

"As long as the desire for destruction and chaos remains in the individual's heart, Sargeras will not be destroyed. He will transcend the individual and ascend to a concept that cannot be erased!"
From then on, Sargeras became synonymous with 'destruction' and 'chaos,' just as Diakum represented 'dawn' and 'hope,' just as Anther represented 'future' and 'protection,' just as Elune represented 'life' and 'rebirth.'

That's the direction you should strive for, my brothers.

Reaching the end of your journey will only make you gods, but if you want to truly become the foundation of this universe, you need to have a clearer understanding of what kind of being you aspire to be.

Aman'zul has been sealed away, and the future of the Pantheon will no longer be constrained.

So think about it, Norgannon, think about what your existence means to this world.

Then, we set off again.

I'm leaving now, wish me luck.

Agramah took a step forward as Norgannon gazed upon him with the sorrow of parting.

The instant he left the edge of the Pantheon platform, the fel energy spot at his fingertips rapidly expanded into an uncontrollable storm of fel fire. At the call of the fel will, Aggramar opened his arms and stepped into it.

Just like the process of demons being born!

The evil energy will create a real body for the soul of this universe and completely hand over the power and symbolism that He bears to Him.

In this respect, Fel energy is indeed the most generous of the six fundamental forces. It does not require its children to do anything for it or complete any trials. As long as they are inclined toward destruction, they will receive its blessings.

As Aggramar forged himself in the evil fire, bells rang out throughout the distorted void, filled with the eerie silence of the night.

At this moment, the anxious demons felt a sudden inspiration. Their souls, which had been thrown into a raging sea with nowhere to go and could only drift with the current, felt that call.

The evil god has been reborn!

The power of the Twisting Void has once again found its warriors, signifying that this demonic sanctuary will not be easily taken over by other forces.

And so, the evil spirits howled, and all the demons trembled.

Countless demons yearn to fight for this avenger, but Aggramar is a discerning god; embracing fel energy does not mean He accepts His followers.

He merely issued a summons to a specific group of demons within the Twisting Nether.

The Ereduiins roared with ecstasy at that moment.

As former warriors of the Pantheon, they were once again summoned by their "master" after falling into fel magic.

Compared to fighting for the damned Denathrius or Sargeras who doesn't care about them at all, the call of the Avenger, the master of Aggramar, clearly restores Ereduin's former glory.

This scene even made Kazzak, who was guarding the gates of the High Heaven, somewhat envious and jealous.

Although Kazzak had earned the title of "Lord" in the Holy Light realm through his own efforts and luck, seeing his people rushing from all over the Twisted Nether to the Avengers' Landing and becoming divine companions once again still made him sigh.

"Lucky guys."

Kasper gazed into the distorted void, patted his chest with his claws, and whispered:
"From now on, work hard with the Avengers! Don't be fickle again, there won't be a third chance for you."

So, where will the Avengers arrive?

The answer is at the other end of the Twisted Void.

In the galaxy where the merciless undead from the Shadowlands were carving up their territories, Aggramar, whose divine body was being reshaped by evil fire, paid no attention to the Ereduin demons that appeared one after another behind him. He merely clenched his left hand, and a demonic sword burning with flames appeared in his hand.

He twirled his sword a few times, pointing the blade at the endless hordes of Abyssal Oathfiends ahead. Looking at the Warlord hidden among them, he shouted:

"I've heard that you are the strongest blacksmith in the universe, and I've personally witnessed the God-Slaying Sword you forged for Diakum that distorted the void. Perhaps it needs to be punished, but you can forget about dividing the land and sealing the territory."

Come, Lord of War!
Fight me in a fierce battle.

If you win, I will retreat wherever your army goes.

If I win, I will not allow your undead to invade my territory, and I will also take the 'Enemy Breaker' sword from you to prepare for my future duel with Sargeras.

"Sargeras again?"

Emerging from the shadow of death, the warlord sighed and said:
"This guy has made too many enemies. I've received at least three orders related to Him recently. However, even I can't just forge a divine sword that can harm Him. Therefore, I will say..."
Bring it on, Avengers!
"Let this old man test your blade of vengeance; can it compare to the destruction our deaths will inflict?"

(End of this chapter)