"The Great Creator Titans... have actually fallen?" Malorne the White Stag's voice was laced with profound disbelief.
"How is this possible? The Titans are the embodiments of Order, the shapers of worlds—" another Wild God added.
In the ancient past, when the Great Titans descended upon this world, they brought order to chaos, tended to Azeroth's wounds, and established the Well of Eternity over its greatest scar. They dispatched their armies—the mighty Titan-forged, those beings of steel and stone—to defeat the foul Black Empire and its shadow monsters, bringing the world back into the embrace of Order.
Following that victory, the Great Watchers were appointed by the Titans to stand guard over the Old Gods, imprisoning them permanently so they could never again threaten Azeroth. Later, using the power left behind by the Titans, these Watchers infused five primitive dragons with the strength to become the Dragon Aspects, elevating them to the ranks of elite demigods.
Everything in Azeroth had been progressing toward prosperity and stability. They had even been overjoyed by the birth of their new brother, Rhodes. But now, a cataclysmic war was looming—led by a fallen Creator Titan.
"I am curious about this name, 'Sargeras,'" noted Agamaggan the Boar Ancient. "I remember when the Titans came; I was young and weak, but I clearly recall their leader was Aman'Thul. None were named Sargeras."
"Sargeras was the Pantheon's greatest champion," Cenarius explained, his emerald eyes clouded with worry. "But he fell. He became a demon, released the horrors of the Twisting Nether he once imprisoned, and formed a Burning Legion to scour the universe. Rhodes risked his life to infiltrate the palace; his information is certain. Sargeras has destroyed the other Titans, and now his gaze has fallen upon Azeroth."
Cenarius did not doubt Rhodes for a moment. He had already checked with a Titan Watcher, finding that suspicion had long existed within their ranks that the Pantheon had gone silent. This explained the internal strife among the Watchers: Chief Watcher Odyn was sealed away, Tyr was dead, and Ra-den had vanished. Currently, the only one active in Ulduar was Loken.
"I have heard whispers of this as well," Ysera the Dreamer said, taking a deep breath. "The Titan-forged on the Dragon Isles have been erratic. Something is very wrong with the Watchers."
"I have felt it too," Ursoc the Bear added. "The Dream is restless. Green flames are creeping at the edges, trying to burn their way in."
"According to Rhodes, these 'demons' manipulate a foul energy called Fel," Cenarius continued. "It is the antithesis of Order. It incinerates forests, pollutes waters, and turns life to ash. It does not just burn the physical world; it erodes the soul. This is how Sargeras has unmade countless worlds."
Goldrinn the Wolf Ancient looked up, a feral glint in his amber eyes. "Then we fight. Whether it is a Titan or a demon, if they want our home, they must step over our corpses."
"The battle is inevitable," the other Wild Gods agreed, nodding solemnly.
"But we need a plan," Aviana the Raven Mother cautioned. "Cenarius, what else did Rhodes say? When is the Legion coming? What are their numbers?"
Cenarius looked at the united demigods with satisfaction. "Rhodes reports that Azshara and her Highborne are building a massive portal at the Well of Eternity. Once finished, the Legion will pour in like a tide. We have less than two months. The only 'good' news is that Sargeras himself is too powerful to manifest directly; opening a door for him requires siphoning almost the entire power of the Well. If he arrives, we are helpless. Our goal is simple: stop the portal from opening. Rhodes is currently disguised as an Astral Mage, acting as our eyes and ears."
"I will summon every winged creature in Azeroth," Aviana declared.
"My progeny—the boars and the quilboar—will stand as a bulwark," Agamaggan added.
"The furbolgs will answer our call," the bear brothers, Ursoc and Ursol, promised.
One by one, the demigods pledged their spheres of influence—Tauren, Pandaren, and all the diverse life of the continent would stand together. Cenarius began assigning specific roles:
Malorne: To act as the supreme coordinator and voice of the Wild.
Ursoc & Ursol: To gather the furbolgs of Ashenvale and Felwood.
Agamaggan: To ready the quilboar tribes of the Barrens and Stonetalon.
Goldrinn: To move his wolf packs as scouts and harrassers.
Aviana: To establish an aerial early-warning network.
Tortolla: To stabilize the spirits of earth and water and lead the ancient, armored creatures.
Cenarius finally turned to Ysera. "And the Dragonflights?"
Ysera placed a hand protectively over her abdomen, her gaze firm. "I will ensure the Green Flight guards the Dream, and I will alert the Wyrmrest Temple. Alexstrasza, Malygos, and Neltharion will join us. As for the Bronze King... well, Nozdormu rarely acts unless the timeline itself is threatened. And as for me... I will support you, but I cannot take the front lines. If I fall in battle, this child will not survive."
"Thank you, Ysera," Cenarius replied. "But what of the Titan Watchers? Can their steel legions assist us?"
Ysera hesitated. "That is the problem. As I said, the Watchers are in turmoil. Odyn is sealed, Tyr is fallen, Ra is gone. And Loken... rumors from those who fled Ulduar suggest he has turned to the Old Gods. We cannot rely on the Titan-forged; in fact, we must be wary that they might be corrupted and used against us."
The mood grew heavy. The Titan-forged, meant to be their greatest allies, might become their enemies.
"Regardless," Cenarius rallied them, "we have the children of the Wild, the Dragonflights, and our own strength. It is a force to be reckoned with. For Azeroth, in two months, we fight."
With a long, resonant bugle from Malorne, the demigods faded from the Emerald Dream to spread the word of war to every corner of Kalimdor.
Meanwhile, at a temporal nexus, Nozdormu the Timeless One reached into the future. Three "guests" were pulled back through the mists of time: Rhonin, a mage of Dalaran; Krasus, a consort of the Red Queen; and Broxigar, an Orc warrior with green skin and a massive axe.
One year after Rhodes's arrival, the legendary trio of the War of the Ancients had finally landed. The war that would reshape history had truly begun.