The Pantheon, in an instant, seemed to transform into a fiery smithy, bright sparks continuously bursting forth, as if lighting a beacon in the universe.
The allied forces, enveloped by the energy clouds within Argus, did not know what drastic changes had occurred on Azeroth during that brief period, but they were still cheering joyously, for they had just struck down the Titan Aggramar, who had nearly crippled the entire allied force.
The team that infiltrated the throne did not disappoint; they retrieved the souls of the Titans from the four Fell Witches. The Coven, seeing they were outmatched, fled from the throne.
With the Titan souls providing support, they finally had a chance to wear down Aggramar. After Eonar activated the weakened soul forms of the Titans, these Star Gods, who had once brought order to Azeroth, finally had an opportunity to redeem themselves. They bestowed the maximum possible blessings upon the allied forces, giving a seemingly frail group of mortals the chance to confront Aggramar directly.
Jaina leaned on her staff, one sleeve of her robe already burned away by the flames summoned by Aggramar. Her golden hair clung to her sweat-soaked forehead, but at this moment, Jaina let out a sigh of relief.
"We… did it."
She still looked at Aggramar, who lay on the ground, with some disbelief. After the allied forces severely wounded Aggramar's current body, Sargeras's control over Aggramar's soul also plummeted. The allied forces seized this opportunity and, in one fell swoop, completely freed Aggramar's soul from his corrupted body.
Victory was hard-won. The warriors of the allied forces fell one after another, only to rise again with the help of the Titan's blessings. Although Eonar sustained the lives of the injured heroes, the pain they endured was very real.
Physical injuries could be healed, but being burned to ashes by Aggramar's flames and then having their bodies reshaped by the Titan's blessings—the pain of this back-and-forth caused immeasurable damage to one's spirit.
Jaina herself experienced this feeling. Although she was not directly hit by Aggramar's flames, the aftershock of Taeshalach's strike still turned one of her arms to charcoal. Feeling almost no pain, she only noticed a momentary burning sensation in her right arm, and then the entire arm lost all sensation.
Had it not been for Eonar's Blessing of Life protecting her, she would have watched her right arm fall to the ground, piece by piece.
After striking down Aggramar, the mental exhaustion and physical weakness made Jaina no longer care about her image. She plopped down on the floor, panting heavily.
The surrounding allied warriors were in a similar state; everyone was either collapsed on the ground resting or barely supporting each other, celebrating this moment of victory.
A wisp of Eonar's essence communicated with Jaina at this moment, "Thank you, children of Azeroth… Without your help, my kin would not have been able to escape this nightmare that has plagued us for millennia."
Hearing Eonar's thanks, Jaina managed a smile, "You're welcome, but the battle is not over yet. We still don't know Sargeras's exact whereabouts."
Speaking of Sargeras, Jaina's smile gradually faded. She knew Arthas had gone alone to confront Sargeras, buying enough time for the allied forces. The good news now was that they had dealt with Aggramar, and Sargeras had not appeared to stop the allied forces, indicating that Arthas's mission had at least not failed.
But Jaina had no way of knowing the outcome of their battle, nor did she know how much pressure Arthas would endure facing a Titan alone.
All the allied soldiers who participated in the battle against Aggramar were the elite of the elite; they were the strongest fighting force Azeroth could currently muster. Even so, they were on the verge of collapse when facing Aggramar's flaming sword.
It could be said that this victory was a mutual achievement between mortals and Titans; without either side, they would not have been able to defeat the formidable enemy Aggramar.
"This child is right, the battle is far from over," Norgannon's soul also responded. "Aman'thul's soul is still in Sargeras's hands, and there is also that unknown Titan… We must regroup, otherwise, if we fail, only an abyss of eternal damnation awaits us."
Golganneth and Khaz'goroth were currently gathered around Aggramar's soul, trying to remove the brand Sargeras had placed on him, to help him completely break free from the Dark Titan's grasp.
This process would take some time, and the allied forces also needed time to rest. Even with the Titan's blessings, it couldn't change the fact that they were mortals; after such an intense battle, they still needed to catch their breath.
Norgannon observed Aggramar's regeneration progress, then explained their current predicament, "Our Seat was stolen by Sargeras… I'm afraid Aman'thul is there too. I can't sense the location of the Seat of the Pantheon now, so we need to find another way."
"That's not a big problem. I've looked, and Sargeras still used our technology to create the Burning Throne. Once we've set Aggramar straight, give me some time, and I might be able to turn this place into our stronghold."
Khaz'goroth's voice was like the dull thud of colliding hammers. As a deity with the power of creation, he could indeed achieve this.
But someone else was thinking more—Xal'atath stood on the platform, observing Aggramar's now inactive body. A thought suddenly sparked within her, "Wait, you said you could seize control of the Throne, so can you directly repair Aggramar's body?"
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Khaz'goroth, who was asked the question, paused. He didn't seem to expect Xal'atath to be interested in Aggramar's remains, but he patiently answered Xal'atath's question, "This body was forged by Sargeras for Aggramar… He is a competent warrior, but not a competent craftsman. This Titan body is full of flaws and tainted with dark will; there's no need to repair it."
However, Khaz'goroth changed his tone, "But this suggestion indeed has merit. Although I don't recommend risking control of this Titan body again, it is indeed the most readily available 'weapon' we have to pose a threat to Sargeras."
The few of them currently existed as souls. If they were to clash head-on, even if all six of their Titan souls were bound together, it wouldn't be enough for Sargeras to defeat them with one hand. But once they had a body that could house their souls, no matter how weak, it could still pose a threat to Sargeras.
Forging a shell capable of containing a Titan's soul was not a simple matter, but Xal'atath had indeed reminded Khaz'goroth that they now had a ready-made shell they could use.
"Let… let me continue to control this body."
Aggramar's consciousness had recovered a little. He forced himself to rally, wanting to continue fighting.
"Behave yourself, brother. Your condition is worse than ours. If you keep fighting, you might truly dissipate into nothingness." Golganneth snorted, disagreeing with Aggramar's intention. "How were you cleaved in half by Sargeras's sword back then? Have you forgotten? Even when you were whole, you were no match for that traitor. How do you intend to fight him with such a riddled body and soul?"
"…"
Aggramar said no more.