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The Chamber of Life, still reeking faintly of vanquished demons, became the stage for utter cosmic chaos. Under the gaping, bewildered stares of Thorim and Hodir, those supposedly unflappable Titan guardians, and a goodly chunk of the Honored Orcs and the Dauntless Draenor Coalition, something truly bonkers occurred. The colossal, awe-inspiring Titan Goddess they'd just painstakingly rescued simply… vanished. Poof! Right after making contact with their esteemed great lord, Galen! Just like that. Gone.

The two Titan Keepers, Thorim and Hodir, nearly tripped over their own massive feet. Their ancient, titanic bodies instinctively began to thrum with raw, crackling power, ready to either punch a hole through the universe or, perhaps, rescue their vanished creator. But then, Galen merely shot them a look. Just a look. And suddenly, their brains did a complete factory reset. Ah, yes. They weren't Titans' servants anymore. They were the Overlord's fan club. And sweet Eonar? She wasn't dead. Nope, just about to pledge eternal loyalty to their esteemed Overlord, just like them.

"Alright, clean up this mess," Galen barked, his voice laced with the casual authority of a man who owned entire planets. "Slap together a transit base here. And the moment it's done, you mobilize every single soldier and blast off to Mardum! Illidan has new directives awaiting you!" With that mic-drop, Galen transformed into a blinding beam of white light, streaking out of the Chamber before anyone could even stammer a question.

Thorim and Hodir, reprogrammed and remarkably efficient, simply saluted the vacant air. They then herded their bewildered warriors to scour the desolate planet, a place Eonar had called her hiding hole for tens of millennia. Building bases? Child's play. They'd practically built entire civilizations between Titan-searching gigs. Galen's Heart of Origin Base had officially entered the interstellar property market, but turns out, training a few thousand footmen cost more than a spaceship these days. Even a perpetually thriving Azeroth, a violently expanding Azeroth, and a booming Draenor weren't enough. So, every uninhabited rock Galen stumbled upon became his personal, overnight goldmine.

When his eyes finally blinked open, he was in the lush, familiar greens of his Nagrand base. The great lord who could intimidate even the most stoic Titan guardians was, for once, completely losing his cool. Impatience gnawed at him. He slammed the Holy Light Acceleration button, turning the hundred-meter dash from his castle to the Altar of Kings into a blink-and-you-miss-it, 0.1-second blur. His mental force ripped open the Altar's function list, practically melting the interface.

The top of the list? Empty. Good. His four main heroes were thankfully still kicking. But then, past a tiny smattering of blue, came the glorious deluge: vast expanses of shimmering purple, from delicate lavender to deep, imperial violet. These were his collected Heroic Spirits, the souls of countless fallen champions. The blue ones were high-tier cannon fodder, perfect for forging new confidantes. But the purple ones… his legendary heroes. Except for the truly deplorable ones, Galen had hoarded them, reluctant to waste such valuable assets.

He flipped through, his heart practically doing a drum solo, until his gaze landed on the final two, glowing orange cards.

Part of Sargeras's Soul Essence: A captured fragment from the Bronze Titan, containing potent soul energy essence. Current: 50/1000

Essence of Eonar's Soul: The soul of the Pantheon's Supreme God, representing life, nature, and healing across the cosmos. Current: NICE!

Galen's fists clenched, a triumphant, almost unholy grin spreading across his face. He hadn't just rescued a Titan; he'd acquired a complete, unadulterated True God soul! There was an old adage, whispered in Azeroth's dusty picture books and grimy novels: "If you don't become a legend, you're just ant-fodder." (Though, admittedly, this was from the grittier, 'chivalric' novels, not those sappy romance ones.) But Galen, a legend, a demigod, was always craving the next rung on the ladder. Even the great Cenarius, Azeroth's strongest demigod, had nearly had his neck snapped by a demon-crazed Grom. And the being who twisted him? That monstrosity was trying to devour the World Tree for a power-up. What Archimonde understood, Galen understood. Only by ascending to True Godhood could one truly forge their own destiny. Eonar wasn't just a rescue; she was his express ticket to the big leagues.

Of course, Galen wasn't about to get all barbaric and devour her. He had the Heart of Origin! No need for Archimonde's crude, cannibalistic methods. He just needed to… expand his roster. The path of kingship, he knew, would lead him there, transforming him into a being of boundless strength, cunning, courage, and pure, unadulterated determination, much like a certain emperor from another dimension. Now, he just needed the finishing touch.

Krypton Gold!

Galen activated the Heart of Origin, dumping untold mountains of resources into acquiring Eonar's very essence. A brief, dizzying sensation, then a soft, reverent whisper escaped his lips: "Life is in Full Bloom!"

A verdant, emerald-green life force erupted from him, enveloping his body in a swirling, vibrant embrace. With a casual, almost arrogant leap, he propelled himself skyward, gliding across the vast expanse of Nagrand like a celestial kite, landing with a soft thud right in the heart of Hellfire Citadel!

This was Galen's personal meat grinder, his training ground extraordinaire. For over two decades, the Draenor Alliance and Kazzak's demonic hordes had been locked in a grinding, bloody stalemate here. Magtheridon himself had descended from the void countless times, joining forces with the Overlord Kazzak to lay siege to the Citadel from Kil'jaeden's Throne. But Medivh and Khadgar, with their combined arcane might, had always sent them packing. This horrific, endless war in the Hellfire Peninsula had forged an entire generation of elite Crusader soldiers.

As Galen drifted down, he spotted a skirmish already underway: a small band of demonic trash led by a blustering Abyssal Lord, pinned against the Legion's front lines by a combined squadron of heavily armored knights and grizzled infantrymen.

"Perfect," Galen murmured, a predatory glint in his eye. "You'll make a fine testing dummy!"

A gift from Eonar, you say?

Galen casually pointed a finger at the blighted, demon-blood-stained landscape of the Hellfire Peninsula. The few withered, skeletal trees clinging to the crimson soil exploded with verdant life! New buds burst forth, swelling and unfurling with impossible speed. In a mere second or two, Eonar's gift, a raw, untamed surge of vitality, radiated outwards, completely, instantly healing every single injured soldier on the battlefield! And as the trees grew, they expanded, offering cool, protective shade.

"Heh… this amount of milk is enough to drown a dragon!" Galen chuckled, admiring his handiwork. High-tier heavy knights and low-level infantry alike not only found their wounds vanishing, but their very bodies bulged, muscles swelling, becoming noticeably stronger.

"Next up: creating life itself?" Galen pondered, ever the multi-tasker. Following his principle of maximum efficiency, he pointed at the now flourishing trees again. Another surge of powerful life force, but this one carried a strange, crackling energy.

"What in…?" The Abyssal Lord sputtered, momentarily distracted.

"The power of universal laws, perhaps?" Galen mused, almost to himself.

BOOM!

The massive trees, showered with Galen's infused gifts, groaned and twisted, rough bark contorting as ancient, gnarled faces emerged from their trunks – looking like grumpy old men who'd just woken up from a millennium-long nap. They weren't just trees anymore. They were Ancient Protectors! Or, if you preferred, ENTS! The moment they gained sentience, their gnarled roots ripped free from the ground, and they lumbered forward, launching a furious, surprisingly nimble attack on the Abyssal Lord and his bewildered demonic soldiers!

"Hmm, combat power looks to be high-tier, at least," Galen estimated, stroking his chin. "And this was just a casual awakening. If I really focused, I could probably churn out another Freya." Truly, the Mother of Creation of the Pantheon of Order possessed terrifying life-magic.

His musings complete, Galen remembered Eonar's offensive capabilities. "Sunlight!"

A searing, red-hot beam of pure, concentrated light erupted from his hand, slamming into the Abyssal Lord leading the charge, vaporizing him instantly!