After Arthas bisected a warship with a single sword stroke, he gazed at the massive fireball it became upon crashing, a slight frown on his face.
These fel-engine-driven warships were inherently extremely dangerous explosives, and after being severed by Arthas's power, the shattered fragments and main body of the warship would bring difficult-to-manage pollution to an area hundreds of miles in radius.
Although the crash sites of these warships were dense primeval jungles and mountains, large-scale fel pollution could potentially cause even greater trouble.
Thinking this, Arthas no longer hesitated, and with his right hand, he made a grasping motion towards the falling warship; a miniature black hole rapidly formed, drawn by Void Power, and expanded at the moment Arthas infused it with power.
To the beings on the ground, the sky above them was first covered by a rain of fire, and then a void suddenly appeared, from which even light could not escape; the falling demons and warship debris were captured by the black hole's gravity, torn to shreds by the circulating powerful forces at the event horizon.
The sky-high rain of fire presented an astonishing spectacle: in its rapid descent, it suddenly paused in the celestial curtain, and then flew back up into the sky at an even faster speed.
Such a marvel caused even Eonar, observing from afar, to be filled with awe, but unable to discern whether the newcomer was friend or foe, she did not rush to reveal her presence, especially since the power Arthas was now using clearly originated from the Void.
Holy Light and the Void coexisted so harmoniously within the same person at this moment, and even Eonar could not penetrate the veil of power to perceive the newcomer's true nature, which made the Titan wary.
Would a powerful being capable of freely manipulating Holy Light and Void Power come to her planet by chance?
Eonar felt it was unlikely, and the Legion fleet had immediately redirected their fire to attack the moment they discovered the other party's appearance, clearly indicating they were well aware that this sudden presence had a very deep conflict with the Legion.
In other words, Eonar believed the other party was very likely coming for her or the Legion fleet.
Even Eonar's thoughts were disrupted by the sudden turn of events, let alone her Titan constructs.
Not created for battle, they stared blankly at Arthas, who was effortlessly annihilating the Legion fleet in the sky, a hint of confusion appearing on their stone or metal carved faces.
What happened? Is that formidable-looking guy a friend or foe?
They could only await Eonar's command, but Eonar herself had not yet figured out the full story, so naturally, she couldn't give her children an answer.
But one thing Eonar understood clearly: the Legion's fleet was collapsing at an exaggerated speed; their once invincible cannons and magic had all lost their deterrent power before Arthas, and the entire fleet's firepower seemed as ridiculous as a child's water gun in front of him.
Arthas even had the leisure to deal with the secondary disasters that Legion warships might cause, compressing the wreckage of these warships and the bodies of demons into the black hole he conjured.
In just a few minutes, the once arrogant fleet had vanished from the sky; if not for the fel-tainted dark clouds still lingering in the sky, no one would have guessed that an entire Legion fleet had descended upon this world just minutes before.
After Arthas dealt with the external fleet, his gaze swept around, as if searching for something.
And his actions caused Eonar's heart, which had just settled after the fleet was dealt with, to sink again; at this point, the Titan had confirmed that Arthas definitely knew of her existence, and most likely had come for that very reason.
After much thought, Eonar made a decision that her offspring had not anticipated.
She removed the barrier concealing the temple, allowing this area, which exuded vibrant life energy and was clearly different from ordinary forests, to be fully revealed before Arthas.
Arthas was also slightly stunned to see the temple manifest in this manner, and soon, Eonar's invitation was also extended.
"Please do not hesitate, stranger from afar, you must be looking for me, aren't you?"
Eonar watched Arthas, feeling a bit nervous at the moment, but a certain familiarity emanating from Arthas was enough to make her lower some of her guard.
However, Arthas's appearance suddenly made Eonar realize something, and she asked with a hint of curiosity: "Are you a nascent World-Soul? Or a transcender of a certain race?"
"I am from Azeroth, Eonar... Madam."
It was Arthas's first time speaking with a true Titan World-Soul as well; he considered his words carefully, and his body slowly descended onto the platform where Eonar's soul essence was enshrined.
Eonar's aura was incredibly gentle; even without a physical body, merely approaching her soul essence allowed one to feel the surrounding environment become comfortable and pleasant, as if the air itself pulsed with the vitality of life.
Both looked at each other with curiosity, and Arthas's reply surprised Eonar even more.
"Azeroth?! Wait... you cannot be her avatar, which means... Oh my, this is simply incredible!"
Eonar looked at Arthas, so excited she was almost incoherent, her voice filled with shock and joy, and a hidden trace of affection, "It seems that after we left, you all endured many hardships we couldn't even imagine... Child of Azeroth."
How could this Titan not recognize the creation that had once passed through her own hands? Eonar now understood the origin of Arthas's race—it was an extremely long evolutionary path, and Eonar dared not ponder what kind of power had transformed the iron bodies of the iron Vrykul into the soft skin they now possessed.
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The only thing she knew for sure was that after the Titans departed, although Azeroth did not develop along the trajectory the Titans had predicted, her children still displayed possibilities beyond the imagination of the gods.
Once she understood Arthas's identity, Eonar's voice became even gentler, "Child, I must thank you for your assistance; you saved me from a terrible fate."
Arthas responded, "It was merely a small effort, but Madam, you should know that Sargeras will not give up plundering the World-Souls of the Titans; if we want to completely avert the darkest outcome, we must defeat the Burning Legion."
Eonar was shocked, "It seems you have indeed learned many things... You are right, we must defeat Sargeras and his minions; your arrival signifies many things. Listen to me, child, to stop Sargeras, we must reassemble the Pantheon—"
"Only you are left, Madam."
Arthas's voice was steady and calm, but to Eonar, these words sounded as cold and merciless as deep space.
The Titan stood frozen for a full dozen seconds before sorrowfully and self-deprecatingly saying, "Is that how it is? So all the signals I sent were never answered."
Although she lacked the power to actively search for the whereabouts of her former brethren, Eonar had always tried to transmit her signals into the cosmos. She used special methods to ensure these signals could be received by Titans and some loyal Titan constructs, and not be intercepted by the Legion.
But for countless years, all her communications had fallen on deaf ears, receiving no response. Eonar was very patient; she believed it might simply be because the universe was too vast, and her scattered brethren couldn't receive the messages in a short time, or perhaps their injuries were too severe, and they had temporarily fallen into slumber.
She herself, however, dared not even contemplate the most terrifying scenario—that none of the Titans, save for her, had survived, and even the mighty Father of the Gods had become Sargeras's prisoner.
Eonar's despondency directly affected the environment around the entire Pantheon. Arthas clearly felt that life energy was weakening. It seemed this news had indeed dealt a heavy blow to Eonar.
But Arthas didn't need to comfort her. Soon, Eonar adjusted herself. Although the news was shocking, Eonar had considered this possibility after the fall of the Pantheon.
It was just that a past possibility had become a present reality that had to be faced.
"Thank you for telling me all this, child, but now that things have come to this, I don't have any good solutions for the time being," Eonar's voice revealed an unconcealable sorrow. "As you can see, my power is less than one-tenth of what it once was. Even opposing a single Legion fleet is an uphill battle. If not for your help, I might have already been captured by them."
"Lady, although the Pantheon has fallen, there is still a turning point," Arthas said. "Our world is launching an attack on the Legion's stronghold. If you can give us some help, our chances of winning this war will be greater."
Upon hearing this news, Eonar was surprised. "You have already attacked Sargeras's lair? That's incredible… Everything about Azeroth always exceeds our expectations."
"Not only that, but we also led the Legion into a trap, causing the Legion's main forces and a Void Lord's followers to suffer heavy losses. The Legion is now at the end of its rope."
To increase the credibility of his statement, Arthas showed footage of the Legion's Waterloo on Kalesh. The scene of overwhelming demon warships falling like rain onto Kalesh's shattered remains was so dramatic that Eonar was momentarily in disbelief.
But Eonar ultimately chose to trust Arthas. After all, there were only five Legion fleets that appeared in Elaria. If the Legion wasn't so preoccupied at the moment, she believed it would definitely send more forces to capture her essence for their master.
And this also made her see a real turning point in defeating the Burning Legion.
"But it's still not enough… The Legion is merely a convenient tool in Sargeras's hands. The real threat is Sargeras himself, and my brethren."
Eonar was unsure how long the other Titans had been in Sargeras's clutches, but since Sargeras had remained inactive, it meant that his longed-for Dark Pantheon was far from complete.
She knew that Sargeras had always wanted to persuade the Pantheon to join him in a cosmic purge to avert a potential apocalypse, but the Titans had rejected this approach, believing that Sargeras's madness would bring even greater disaster to the universe.
The gods, however, did not expect Sargeras to defeat the entire Pantheon by himself. Although Norgannon's magic helped them escape death, the Titans, having lost their physical forms and existing only as souls, were even less of a match for Sargeras.
The lives of deities are not so easily ended, and Sargeras understood this. So, he would surely find a way to twist the will of the gods, making the Pantheon, which was once his stumbling block, an extension of his will.
"I don't know how much longer the gods can hold out, but we must rescue them before Sargeras corrupts them all. That way, the combined power of the gods will be enough to oppose Sargeras."
Even though Eonar was only a wisp of a soul, Arthas could still feel her burning gaze. The Titan looked at him expectantly, because Arthas had brought her hope of victory.
"A reasonable plan, but before that, please stop that cross-stellar distress signal."
Arthas did not forget the main point. He had to deal with Eonar's continuous distress signal broadcast into space, so that the soldiers still fighting the Burning Legion would not continue to be affected. "The champions of our planet are still fighting the Legion on Argus. Your distress call will travel through the Legion's warp conduits into their ears, which is no small burden for most ordinary people."
Eonar was stunned for a moment. She hadn't expected her small action to cause so much trouble. It was then that she suddenly realized why Arthas had specifically followed the Legion's trail to find her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to cause so much trouble before even being able to help."
Eonar's demeanor was quite gentle. Even though Arthas's tone carried a hint of reproach, the deity showed no hint of superiority, being even more approachable than many Loa on Azeroth who claimed to be gods.
If he hadn't known that he was facing a genuine Titan, Arthas might have only thought Eonar was a benevolent elder.
"It seems your connection to Azeroth is truly deep, otherwise ordinary creations would not be able to hear our voices."
Eonar sighed with emotion. The Titans had left their footprints on countless worlds, but it was these mortals, who had completely transformed from their initial created forms, who first heard their pleas for help and inherited their spirit.
After a moment of thought, she drew out a wisp of her power, transforming it into a verdant mark that settled on Arthas's hand.
Eonar explained, "This is my mark. With this, I can communicate with you even across vast distances. I apologize that I cannot fight alongside you. My remaining power is simply insufficient to sustain me in battle, but I will do everything I can to help you oppose Sargeras."
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She was indeed unable to fight. Eonar, reduced to a soul, was quite fragile, and the power she could directly wield might not even be stronger than that of a Legion demon lord.
But her status as a Titan and her knowledge remained, from which even Arthas could benefit greatly, not to mention how much Eonar's knowledge and skills could help the entire allied army.
Arthas knew that for Eonar, Azeroth's allied forces were already her last straw, so Eonar would certainly wholeheartedly support them in opposing Sargeras. Otherwise, when Sargeras won, it would be the day the Titans' fate came to an end.
In other words, Azeroth had gained an absolutely reliable ally.
On the way back, Arthas also took the opportunity to ask Eonar for more information about Sargeras.
Eonar answered everything she knew, but the more she spoke, the more Arthas noticed something. "Wait a moment, Lady. All these things you're talking about are from before Sargeras's betrayal. After that noble warrior fell into depravity, how much more did the Pantheon know about him?"
Arthas's question silenced Eonar. After a long time, the Titan let out a helpless sigh.
"We only know that Sargeras went to extremes because of a desire. He told us himself that he wanted to eliminate all forces that could threaten the real universe… But I think that might not be the whole truth. He concealed some things, some of the most important things, and besides Sargeras himself, probably no one knows."
Eonar had no definitive answer as to what decisions Sargeras made during those dark years, or why he turned his blade against his former brethren, his own flesh and blood.
He was once the Pantheon's foremost champion. His loyalty to the Pantheon and his regard for his own honor were beyond doubt. Eonar had always scoffed at the rumors that Sargeras was corrupted by demons and thus defected.
Eonar understood Sargeras. All of this could only have been due to Sargeras's own decision. Demons could not have corrupted this most powerful warrior. Even after witnessing Sargeras's fall with her own eyes, she remained convinced of this.
From the shattered world of Mardum to the doomsday world of Nilan, as all the Titans perished in the fel storm that swept across the cosmos, Eonar believed that all her brethren, before their deaths, must have been filled with unspeakable questions and sorrow.
Arthas's form moved through the void. The domain that had once been extremely hostile to him now obediently submitted to his will, allowing him to return to Argus at an even faster speed.
As soon as he landed on the Azeroth, Xal'atath noticed his return. The Intendant quickly approached Arthas, her eyes filled with eagerness, "Has the matter been resolved?"
"If you're referring to Dimensius, he can no longer threaten our universe."
Arthas tossed a fractured piece of extraterrestrial metal to Xal'atath; it was a fragment from Dimensius's gauntlet.
Xal'atath caught the palm-sized golden metal, which emitted a strange luster and energy, and held it above her head. Under the penetration of the ship's lighting, the intricate patterns on the metal fragment became visible.
The hard metal appeared smooth and flat, but under the light, dense runes and patterns on the entire piece of metal were revealed inch by inch. Almost every single pattern represented the unique power of the void, and in the hands of any scholar studying void energy, it would be considered a priceless treasure.
But Xal'atath only looked at it for a short while before gradually losing interest. She returned the metal fragment to Arthas and no longer inquired about Dimensius.
Arthas, however, grew curious, "Is that all? I thought you'd be eager to annihilate everything related to Dimensius."
"If I were still a void aberration, I would certainly usurp Dimensius's power without hesitation and devour all his legacy cleanly," Xal'atath replied indifferently, "but now, to me, these are all shadows of the past. Do not dwell in the futile past; this might be one of the few truths in the void."
After being given new life by Arthas, what Xal'atath most desired was to completely sever her connection with the void, or rather, her grievances with Dimensius. She did not want to see this monster that devoured worlds appear before her again one day.
And now, she no longer had to worry about Dimensius's threat at all.
"It seems you've also handled the other matter. The soldiers are no longer reporting that they can hear those faint whispers. How are things?"
Xal'atath asked about another matter, the importance of which was self-evident. Although it hadn't caused too much impact, Eonar's distress call had indeed affected the efficiency of the allied forces. If not for the Scourge being able to withstand most of the pressure, it's hard to say what the battlefield would have become in that time.
However, it was not Arthas who answered Xal'atath. Eonar's will slowly rose. She looked at Xal'atath, her eyes full of surprise, "Incredible... your friend here doesn't seem to have a naturally formed body, yet the aura she emits is not repelled by this world at all."
Xal'atath was startled by Eonar's sudden appearance. The vast aura from the Titan made her instinctively want to avoid it. Xal'atath, regaining her composure, realized that she was no longer the void precursor regarded as a monster by the races of the physical universe.
"It seems you've connected with the Titan? That's good news; at least we don't have to face an entire Pantheon controlled by Sargeras."
Xal'atath had no intention of explaining her identity. Her past experiences were not exactly glorious, especially in front of the void's arch-nemesis. Xal'atath did not want to be remembered by the Titans of the Pantheon.
To Xal'atath's surprise, Eonar apologized to her first, "I am very sorry. It seems my distress signal and my brethren have caused you great trouble. I will do my best to help you resolve these effects."
"But you probably can't provide any direct help right now," Xal'atath could tell at a glance just how weak Eonar was. In her past state, she would have been ecstatic to devour Eonar in this condition. This would have been an unimaginable opportunity for all void creatures, but now, a weakened Eonar might actually become a burden to them.
"We might even have to divert some of our energy to protect you."
Even Eonar herself did not deny this; her condition was indeed poor. However, she explicitly rejected Xal'atath's plan to split forces to protect her, saying, "Although I am very weak, I am not yet at the point where I need to be protected by the children of Azeroth throughout. Moreover, my first assistance will soon take effect."
Arthas glanced at Eonar, "Is it that Legion teleportation channel established in Aralia?"
Eonar nodded, "The Legion's teleportation technology borrowed some of the Pantheon's technology, greatly reducing the difficulty for me to crack it. My children have already found the teleportation beacons left by the Legion, and soon they will witness the wrath of the Titan."
Before her words had even finished, something strange happened within the fortress gate, which had remained standing strong under the attacks of the Scourge and the anti-Legion coalition.
A considerable amount of emerald green faint light suddenly shone through the tightly sealed steel gate cracks. The demons initially paid no attention, but as time passed, they discovered that a tender green sprout had grown on the barren, solid ground around them.
How absurd was this?!
In the barren Antoran Wastes, was there actually space for plants to grow?
The demons who noticed the anomaly, while being heavily struck by the Scourge, disdainfully tried to crush the seedlings to ashes. But when the first demon's hoof, burning with fel energy, stepped on a green sprout, an earth-shattering explosion blew half the demons in the position to ashes.
The allied champions were shocked and tried to avoid the impact of the explosion, but to their astonishment, the explosion that killed countless demons did not cause them any harm. In fact, the shockwave released by the explosion even healed their injuries.
After the explosion, the Burning Legion's indestructible metal gate was torn apart by an exaggerated force, revealing a passage enveloped by wildly overgrown plants. These miraculous plants, which even the most learned druids had never seen, thrived against the Legion's fel corruption, even devouring the corruption and turning it into nutrients.
Within mere tens of seconds, the gates of Antorus were entangled and twisted by vines, firmly jammed, making it impossible for them to close again.