The overwhelming might and terror of Sargeras were deeply etched into the memories of those who had witnessed the Burning Legion's assault on Demon Sky Citadel.
To stand before him felt like an ant gazing up at the heavens—utterly insignificant, drowned in despair. The gap in strength was simply insurmountable.
A Shadowed View
Not far from Demon Realm, a black enchanted carpet hovered in the void.
The carpet was grand and expansive, with a table set upon it. On the table rested an unopened bottle of champagne and two glasses of red wine, glinting in the eerie light.
Caesar, his soul condensed into a tangible form, held a glass of red wine between his fingers, swirling it lightly. The crimson liquid gleamed like blood.
