Boron allowed himself the grace to say it as the world shuddered. He was but fifteen kilometers away from the barrier that split Aigas in two, and he could already see the gigantic shadows on the other side. His foes had arrived, or rather, they had been forcibly dragged here – as he preferred to think.
Slowly, the Deity rose from the sea, which he had been using as a solid spot to sit on. His body engorged, eager to match the shadows he could see, eager to expand his well of strength, distributing it across a colossal frame.
This was it.
Boron had not deigned to involve himself in any other conflict that took place on Aigas.
He had not intervened when a Doom Knight had appeared.
He had stayed his interest when the power of an Arch-Lich exploded all throughout Opungale.
He had even chosen to evacuate Pelian and settle here when a showdown between Divines began a few minutes ago.
