In less than a minute, the teleportation array lit up.
No more than five people were qualified to use the teleportation array in the palace, and Elisande was one of them.
Her skin wasn't as deep purple as it would later become; her pure, fair complexion, combined with her over two-meter tall frame, made her an ideal subject for those who enjoyed a 'small horse pulling a big cart' dynamic.
She faced the queen of the Empire on the terrace, who stood with her back to her, staring blankly at the Well of Eternity.
"Your Majesty, I have arrived. How may I be of service?"
Elisande's tone wasn't overly respectful, but it conveyed a comfortable feeling.
It had always been this way, and now Azshara cared even less about such details.
"My Lady-in-waiting told me she went to find someone on my orders, but the information transmitted in the magic sigil contained a trace of temporal distortion."
"You are an expert in this field, and I would like to hear your opinion."
Vashj stood not far away; she didn't leave, as she was the main character and couldn't depart.
"Oh? Such a thing exists? How incredible. I've only encountered this ability in some bronze dragons, and I've consulted with them for a long time about it."
"My dear Vashj, do you mind if I examine your magic sigil? I need to personally experience that temporal power to analyze exactly what's going on."
Elisande was intrigued; this was a rare and unexpected encounter.
To understand time, one must come into contact with time-related events.
Such occurrences were exceedingly rare, almost extinct.
It was only through the artifact, the eye of aman'thul, that she had the fortune to understand the existence and meaning of time, through which she could see everything.
So-called prophecies were merely seeing future events and then attempting to reverse them.
But such actions were no different from toying with time and would eventually lead to reckoning.
Vashj didn't answer but looked at the queen, as it involved the queen's 'secret' after all.
As the Light of Lights, the Kaldorei queen whom the night elves revered and adored, if it were discovered that their queen was searching for a man, they would undoubtedly be consumed by envy and jealousy.
To prevent the queen from being defiled by that detestable male, they would try every possible means to stop him.
Even if it meant killing him, they couldn't allow him the chance to climb onto the queen's body and desecrate their queen, whom they worshipped like a god and loved with fervent devotion!
The Light of Lights must not be defiled!
Azshara, however, didn't care about her reputation. She was confident that with her beauty, nothing could stop her.
This world should revolve around her. Noble, arrogant, conceited, self-important, almost all the flaws a noble shouldn't have were concentrated in her.
She was the queen of the Kaldorei Empire, arguably one of the most powerful beings among the native inhabitants of Azeroth.
She wanted a consort; that was nothing. Oppose her?
What right did commoners have to oppose?
What she did was always correct.
Seeing the queen nod, Vashj finally breathed a sigh of relief and allowed the Archmage to examine it.
As she touched the magic sigil, the information flowed into her mind.
A strange feeling arose in her heart, but her gaze remained unchanged, and she dared not look at Her Majesty. If the queen were to become enraged now, crushing her would be no different from crushing an ant.
Azshara without the Well of Eternity was merely an ordinary demigod, but Azshara with the infinite energy of the Well of Eternity was a magic machine gun. Unless a high-dimensional Titan-level being descended, everyone else would have to kneel.
Even the three Old Gods, facing Azshara at her peak, might not be slain, but they would certainly be ten times more miserable than they were now.
Sometimes, death is not cruel but a blessing. There's a saying, 'better dead than alive,' and no one would want to experience such a feeling.
"This spell can restore the mirror image, but it requires an immense amount of mana. I humbly request Your Majesty's assistance."
"Mm."
Azshara nodded almost imperceptibly, still elegantly sipping her fruit wine, and waved her hand.
A silver beam of light, floating through the city, split off and flowed into the Archmage's body like a rainbow after the rain.
Elisande couldn't help but let out a soft hum. Being infused with pure energy was an extremely pleasurable experience, far more captivating than primitive, beast-like physical activity.
arcane radiance shimmered around her hands, and abstruse temporal runes flowed between them.
If Chromie, the bronze dragon, were here to witness it, she would surely be astonished. This was a spell that only the bronze dragon King could cast, and it required the aid of a Time-Sandglass.
That a night elf Archmage could cast time magic out of thin air, this depth of power was why even the dragonflights were extremely wary of her.
It wasn't that they couldn't defeat her, but it would require a heavy price, possibly even the death of a dragon King.
Soon, an illusion appeared. Although not entirely clear, it vaguely showed a scene deep within the dark, profound seabed.
Azshara and Vashj, already transformed into naga, were discussing how to find a way to break the Old Gods' curse from a prince.
Seeing her future, incredibly ugly self, Azshara was first surprised, then filled with immense rage.
Being turned into an ugly monster to live on, this touched her reverse scale, making her even angrier than if her purity had been directly defiled.
But she was the queen, after all, and did not lose her reason due to anger.
Time magic was not easy to cast, and the sigil already contained a lot of energy. If it were destroyed by anger, interrupting the clue, it would put her at a disadvantage.
However, outside, the Well of Eternity was seething and boiling, and endless pressure was blocked outside the palace.
The Highborne nobles on the periphery, still singing, dancing, and enjoying their extravagant lives, were instantly pressed to the floor by the immense pressure.
Even Archmages were suppressed by this boundless fury, unable to move. No matter how they tried to channel their magic, they were still overwhelmed by this endless energy.
An invisible giant hand pressed down on them, stiffening their bodies so much that even the flow of their mana ceased.
At this moment, they were no longer mages but lambs waiting to be slaughtered!
Even the lowest commoner could easily kill them. At this moment, fear spread through the surroundings.
This was the queen's wrath!
Did their gathering here displease the queen?
Was it because of an unspeakable party that caused disgrace?
Or had their devotion to the queen been insufficient recently?
The reason was unknown, but the queen was very angry; that much was certain.
As expected of a sycophant, she hadn't even opened her mouth to express herself.
She immediately started imagining scenarios. A thousand wrongs, ten thousand wrongs, it could never be the Light of Lights' fault. It could only be that they had made a mistake, angered the Light of Lights, and thus caused this situation.
It was entirely their fault; they must reflect, they must reform, and they must find a way to make Her Majesty happy.