The Titans' governing body is called the "Pantheon." Located in an unknown part of the Great Dark Beyond, it is considered a sacred place by all Titans, the headquarters of the Titan High Council, responsible for overall planning, dispatching, and assigning Titans to complete the sacred duties of reshaping worlds, eliminating and suppressing evil, and maintaining Titan order.
"Beta signal from the Karik System, sender: Prime Guardian; Response: Dispatch an Observer to descend!"
"Omega signal from the Morton System, sender: Observer Algalon; Response: Permission to return granted!"
"Alpha signal from the Arak (Draenor) System, sender: Titan... Hmm?"
In the underground Titan archive of the Shattered Spire, the signal transmitting device finally sent an Alpha signal for planetary reshaping to the Pantheon after the countdown ended. Although far apart, it didn't take long for the Pantheon's signal receiving device to receive the signal and aggregate it into the data center.
The Titan in charge of specific affairs checked the signal source and found a slight anomaly: the sender of the signal was not a Titan construct, an "Observer," but a Titan whose identity had been verified.
"Since there's a Titan there, why send a signal to use the Pantheon's system to initiate planetary reshaping? Why doesn't he initiate it himself?" This Titan was puzzled.
Could it be that an exceptionally powerful Old God has launched a war or contaminated a Titan laboratory?
He began to check the identity of the Titan sending the signal.
"Insufficient permissions," the feedback made this Titan's heart skip a beat.
The Titan in charge of manipulating the data center has very high permissions within the Pantheon. "Which Council member sent the signal?"
He secretly speculated, but recently the movements of several high-level Council members have been clear, and none of them are near the Arak System.
Seeing the words "Insufficient permissions," this Titan put aside his wild thoughts and chose to reply with the code, agreeing to activate the planetary reshaping system.
This information was not only noticed by the Titan in charge of the data center; in fact, "Father of the Gods" Aman'Thul noticed it as soon as the information was sent.
"So, it's you." In his eternally shining golden eyes, electric light flickered.
"What's wrong, Aman'Thul?" His wife, "Life-Giver" Eonar, asked.
"An old friend has returned," Aman'Thul replied.
"An old friend? Do I know them?" Eonar pressed. As the wife of the ruler of the Pantheon, she believed that she understood her husband very well. Although Aman'Thul was always unfathomable, Eonar believed that she knew his circle of acquaintances.
"Not in this universe," Aman'Thul said with a smile. He remembered some past events, as well as the incident that had recently occurred in the Twisting Nether.
When he sent Aiden away, his tireless body felt discomfort. This also confirmed some information for him.
Eonar completely did not understand what her husband's answer meant: Not in this universe?
She once again realized that Aman'Thul possessed secrets that all Titans did not understand. Perhaps, apart from Sargeras, no other Titan knew what the true meaning of this sentence was.
Eonar remembered the fierce quarrel between the two brothers tens of thousands of years ago due to differences in philosophy, and Sargeras's resolute betrayal afterward.
Clearly, Aman'Thul possessed such great power, and Eonar also believed that the Pantheon had enough power to defeat the Burning Legion, but Aman'Thul prevented all conflicts with the Burning Legion.
No Titan could understand the meaning behind this order, and Eonar did not understand either. Every time she wanted to learn more, Aman'Thul ruthlessly replied: Your permissions are insufficient.
Every time he said this, Aman'Thul seemed extremely lonely. In the countless millennia before, Eonar often saw Aman'Thul and Sargeras enthusiastically discussing and arguing on a basis that did not hurt their feelings. At that time, no one could interrupt them.
If a Titan slightly interjected, Sargeras would roar and reprimand: "Your permissions are simply not sufficient to participate in our discussion! You don't even understand what we are arguing about!"
Only Aman'Thul and Sargeras had the highest permissions in the Pantheon.
Eonar knew this well; she had also been reprimanded by Sargeras, so she had always disliked Sargeras. His fall further confirmed that her dislike was right.
When Sargeras was defeated centuries ago, and even nearly died recently, Eonar strongly suggested that Aman'Thul take the opportunity to completely kill or imprison Sargeras's soul, but the reply she received was still—insufficient permissions!
Eonar was completely desperate.
Even though she was Aman'Thul's wife and had borne him children, she was essentially still just Aman'Thul's subordinate.
The Pantheon, and all Titans, are bound by the word "permissions." Faced with Aman'Thul, who possesses the highest permissions, no one can resist any of his decisions. The so-called "High Council" is actually just a subordinate agency that executes Aman'Thul's orders.
"Is it order, or destruction? Or something else?" Aman'Thul muttered to himself. "What is your answer?"
—
"Received high-level instructions."
"Beginning analysis…"
"Analysis content: Initiate planetary reshaping."
"Reshaping will begin in one hour."
"Countdown started."
"59:59"
Hearing the archive's voice prompt, Aiden finally breathed a sigh of relief. He estimated the time, and it took almost exactly two hours from sending the code to receiving the code.
In other words, confirming the instruction—sending the code—replying with the code—activating the device, almost every step was fixed at one hour.
"This shouldn't be a coincidence." Discovering that these times were almost precisely controlled, Aiden felt doubtful and also marveled at the Titans' technology.
"I really want to stay and see the reshaping process," Aiden sighed. He imagined that reshaping the world would definitely be a miraculous process, and it would be great if he could observe it.
"You will see it," Anzu said.
Aiden widened his eyes, "You have a way?"
"Of course!" Anzu plucked a golden feather from his body. "This will do the trick!"
After the feather left his body, it automatically flew into the sky. After completing everything, the Raven God said to Aiden, "Let's go in too!"
"Alright!"
—
After driving away Kil'jaeden, Vanaar felt that he had obtained temporary safety. He began to consider how to deal with Kil'jaeden next.
"Should I… escape from here?" Vanaar hesitated.
Just then, he suddenly felt a vast, irresistible force generated in the surrounding space.
That was the power from the sun.
"It's it, it's the power of the Titans…" Vanaar muttered to himself, his huge eyes revealing terror, "The power of the Titans has returned… the power of destruction… as expected…"
Vanaar became desperate.
At this moment, a huge fire hawk let out a happy cry and flew out of the sun.
She was so huge that her open wings covered the sky, but the world did not become dark because of it. Her golden-red feathers seemed to be burning, and even from a great distance, one could feel the increasingly hot and bright light.
She looked down at this broken world, appearing incomparably proud. She was elegant and beautiful, and flapping her wings stirred up heat waves, and countless flames appeared where she flew, even the air was burning.
"Arakkis, I have returned!"
"Vanaar, I have returned again!"
She saw the Old God above the broken land and spoke.
"This time, you will have nowhere to escape!"
Vanaar's eyes turned a deathly gray. Feeling the return of the Titan's power and the increase in the power of destruction was enough to make him despair. Rukhmar, this young god, was not even worth mentioning.
Anyway, he couldn't avoid this disaster.
"This is a 'mistake'," he murmured.
Rukhmar flew over Vanaar's head, and the power from the sun turned this huge Old God into a burning fire deer. The minions gathered around him also failed to escape this disaster, all being ignited by the flames and letting out desperate roars.
He wailed in the burning flames: "This is wrong! You are all wrong! Wrong! Wrong! All wrong!"
Rukhmar let out a disdainful snort. She did not turn her head but continued to fly. The broken world was completely melted in the endless flames she emitted and then decomposed into primitive materials.
The flames she emitted were not purely high-temperature flames, but an energy that decomposed matter into its basic structures.
Wherever the flames passed, all matter was directly broken down into non-interfering metals, rocks, water, and gases, which would be transformed into the basic elements that constitute the world during the reshaping process.
Vanaar and his minions were transformed into seeds, insect eggs, and primitive life in the flames.
Returning to their origins, they would also become the basic elements that constitute the new world.
—
When Rukhmar descended from the sun, the bronze dragon Sephidomi had just found the Dark Portal that had drifted to a very distant place, which was still guarded by a large group of demons.
She was still hesitating whether to force her way in, but soon she had to make a decision—because a world-destroying power erupted from the sun, and a fire hawk even larger than Vanaar flew out of the sun, turning everything it passed into nothingness.
"Too terrifying!" Sephidomi's eyes revealed a human-like fear.
This world actually had such terrifying existences!
The giant fire hawk was flying towards her, and when she looked back, she found that the demon legion's fortress fleet was also flying towards here across space!
"Is Kil'jaeden also running for his life?" Sephidomi widened her eyes.
"Yes, with such terrifying power, I'm afraid even this great demon won't be able to resist it!" Sephidomi imagined the scene of the fire hawk's flames burning all the demons to death.
"It seems that those mortals are also doomed."
Sephidomi activated the bronze dragon's special ability, she stopped time, and then laboriously flew towards the Dark Portal from the gray space. Those dense hellfire demons and other demons were frozen in place, and no one could stop her from leaving.
After Sephidomi entered the Dark Portal, the time that had been temporarily stopped nearby returned to normal.
Kil'jaeden was almost exasperated, "Damn it! This is the power to reshape the world! Do you want to perish together?"
Without sensing the arrival of the observer, it was clear that only Aiden had the authority to activate the Titan reshaping device.
This guy!
Kil'jaeden gritted his teeth in hatred.
He guessed that Aiden should have some means of escape, and his space blockade should not have much blocking effect, so he could only lift the space confinement on Outland and let the fleet activate short-range jumps.
When he arrived near the Dark Portal, Kil'jaeden flew out, reached out and grabbed the Dark Portal, pulled it out of its foundation, and then threw it into his flagship.
At this time, Rukhmar was about to fly over their heads.
Kil'jaeden's eyes were filled with deep hatred, he could only activate Sargeras' soul container again, using the power within to instantly teleport his flagship away from this world.
The remaining few flagships filled with elite demon troops were completely decomposed in Rukhmar's flames.
—
Aiden watched the entire process of Rukhmar using the power of the sun to melt the entire world in the Shadow Realm.
Anzu's feather was like a high-altitude monitor, which could present the images of the outside world into the Shadow Realm.
As soon as he entered here, Aiden was very sure that the Shadow Realm was a plane similar to Azeroth's Emerald Dream. He once again felt the feeling that the soul could extend infinitely, and wherever the will passed, it could clearly investigate the changes of things.
In fact, in the blueprint, except for the spirit body being free, all other objects are in a static state. This backup created by the Titans was originally a static world—it was taken from the instant state after the Titans completed the transformation of Draenor. The people of Outland were able to enter here because of the protection of Anzu, the master of the Shadow Realm.
"This is where the reshaping device is located." Anzu led Aiden's soul to another place. It was like a real world.
"This is!" Aiden was surprised to find that when he looked into the distance, he saw a burning world in the distant starry sky—he could even see Rukhmar spreading flames wantonly in it.
"Welcome to the Moon!" Anzu let out a playful laugh.
"Which moon is this? The big one or the small one?" Aiden quickly asked.
"You should be able to tell."
Aiden calmed down, observed his position, and located the direction of Draenor in the distance, and came to the answer after a little comparison.
"It's the small one."
"That's right."
Aiden continued to observe. He saw a huge beam of light from the sun shining behind Rukhmar, which should be the power to decompose the world provided by the Titan device from the sun.
After the entire broken Outland was completely melted, Rukhmar let out a victorious cry and began to fly towards the sun.
She had completed her mission.
Anzu had been watching this scene, and he missed his old friend a little.
"It's my turn." He whispered.
Anzu activated a device nearby, and Aiden heard a familiar mechanical sound:
"Starting the reshaping system"
"Verifying identity: Guardian—Anzu"
"Detecting planet status…"
"The Sun Furnace has been activated"
"Planet status: Decomposition complete"
"Conditions for reshaping met"
"Reshaping begins"
"Creation engine activated"
"Energy allocation in progress…"
"Importing blueprint…"
"Importing imaginary energy…"
"Reshaping begins…"
Aiden had been carefully listening to the system's mechanical voice operation. He could understand most of it: for example, "Sun Furnace" should be the power used by Rukhmar to decompose everything, and "Importing blueprint" was obviously preparing to read the state of the Shadow Realm.
But what is "Importing imaginary energy"?
It sounded like this should be the fundamental power to reshape the world, the key to Titan technology, but Aiden couldn't understand its meaning at all.
What kind of energy is this?
Before he could think deeply, imaginary energy began to create its miracle:
Aiden saw those melted substances in the void re-aggregated together, turning into a huge colorful ball. Then a virtual three-dimensional projection appeared on the surface of the ball.
"That's what the world of Arak looked like when the Titans completed the transformation." Anzu said from the side.
"Yeah."
Aiden responded.
He felt a slight vibration coming from under his feet, as if the engine inside the small satellite carrying the Titan reshaping system was roaring.
A thick, pale ray was emitted from here, connecting the small moon and Draenor, which was still in a primitive material state. Soon the various colored substances inside began to automatically arrange and combine according to the appearance of the blueprint in the dream, transforming from virtual to reality.
High mountains, deserts, oases, jungles, seas… They appeared one by one, and Draenor, which was still in a primitive material state an hour ago, became a real scene in Aiden's eyes.
"This is the power of imaginary energy?" Aiden murmured to himself.
Changing the world and reshaping the universe—such a miracle happened before his eyes.
Aiden really couldn't imagine what the essence of imaginary energy was, he could only attribute it to the magic of Titan technology. Perhaps the Titans of the Pantheon also experienced countless years of technological accumulation before they explored or researched such energy.
It was obviously futile for him to use the technological level of Earth, Azeroth, or Valoran to understand the technology of the Titans.
"Planet reshaping complete"
The mechanical voice sounded again, and Aiden was awakened. He looked at Anzu, "Can we go back now?"
"Of course."
Anzu nodded, and in just a blink of an eye, Aiden found himself back in the real world.
The location was near the original Broken Spire.
Everyone else was here, and everyone was stunned by this brand new world.
"Is this still near the Arak Mountains?" Talon King Terokk looked around at the scenery. He should be the one who had the deepest impression of ancient Draenor among everyone—except for Anzu.
"That's right. This is where we left earlier." Anzu replied.
"Gruul?" Aiden widened his eyes, he saw a tall and abrupt figure in the crowd. Wasn't that the father of gronn who died in the explosion created by Archimonde?