Eranikus had laid out a gradual path for Shawn to transform into a green dragon. Although Shawn was still only a Low-Rank Druid, he now had a powerful trump card that allowed him to sustain his spellcasting.
He was the only Dragon Druid in the world. He could transform into a green dragon at any time, which effectively meant he already possessed the strength of a Grand Professionist.
This meant a great deal to Shawn.
From this moment on, Shawn had the strength to fight a Grand Professionist head-on. He could now stand on equal footing with any Grand Professionist.
Azeroth placed great importance on strength and status, and to a certain extent, the two were equivalent. With strength came status.
Eranikus looked at the staff before him, feeling thoroughly satisfied.
He turned to Shawn and said with a faint smile, "Shawn, this staff deserves a fitting and beautiful name, one worthy of its standing as a legendary weapon."
Shawn chuckled sheepishly and rubbed his hands together. He looked at Eranikus, then at Tyrande and Remulos, and said, "I don't know much about these things. How about you three help name this staff, Grandma Tyrande, Lord Remulos, Lord Eranikus?"
Shawn swung the staff a few times and found that, although it was a staff, it seemed perfectly suitable for use as a club. It was extremely sturdy, and the Moonstone set into its tip was no ordinary stone either. It, too, was exceptionally hard.
Tyrande nodded and gave it some careful thought, but finally shook her head. "This staff suits mages and druids, not priestesses of the Temple of the Moon. I can't think of a fitting name. I'll leave it to you two."
Remulos said, "The body of this staff was made from a branch of the sacred tree