At the moment Archimonde stepped across the Ancient Gate, he finally let out a breath of relief.
These damn mortals, he no longer needed to waste time with them.
Still, annoyance flickered in his heart—after exerting so much effort, he hadn't managed to exterminate them all. He had to admit, these mortals were far more troublesome than he had imagined.
But it didn't matter. As long as he obtained the power of the Well of Eternity, this world would belong to him.
He would become unfathomably powerful. With a mere gesture, he could wipe all these irritating little pests off the face of existence.
Not even Sargeras had accomplished such a feat.
As these thoughts filled Archimonde's mind, even his steps grew lighter.
The towering World Tree soon appeared before him, stretching endlessly into the sky. Gazing up at the colossal tree, Archimonde could feel the immense arcane energy hidden beneath its roots.
The closer he got, the clearer this sensation became.
