Azeroth did not hesitate.
The moment those countless eyes settled on him, instinct took control. Space twisted under his command as he tore a path.
A jagged corridor formed before him, which stretched beyond this domain.
Azeroth moved. His foot stepped forward and halted mid-air.
Something descended upon him.
It carried no visible force, no crushing pressure, no surge of energy. Yet it pressed deeper than all of them.
It was a gaze. Singular. Absolute. It fixed onto him with such terrifying intensity that even the idea of movement seemed to vanish under it.
Azeroth froze.
His body locked in place, suspended between one step and the next. His will surged like a rising storm. Divine power roared within him, vast and untamed, shaking the depths of his existence.
Yet, nothing happened.
His limbs refused to move. His power lay silent, as though something had reached into his very core and stilled it at its source.
He stood one step away from escaping and could not take it.
