After reassuring the Red Dragon Queen and her companions, Rich sank into thought. By now, the Holy Church had spread through almost all of the Seven Kingdoms, with branches large and small in every nation.
Yet he still could not understand why his big sister had kept the Holy Church's main forces in this world. At first, he could have said it was to find the source of the Holy Light, but they had already learned where this world's Holy Light came from.
By rights, the Holy Church could have moved on to a greater stage of development, leaving some of its forces behind to grow in this world. Yet so many years had passed, and its main forces still had not withdrawn. This puzzled both Rich and most of the Holy Church's senior leaders.
Unable to make sense of it, Rich was not particularly inclined to question his big sister's decision. After all, whatever she did, he would support her without hesitation. He simply wanted to understand the reason behind it.
What Rich did not know, however, was that certain evil beings had never taken their eyes off this world. The Old Gods buried beneath Azeroth were stirring, their patience long since exhausted by tens of thousands of years of imprisonment.
One of the enemies the Red Dragon Queen was concerned about, the black dragon Deathwing, had also taken the guise of a human noble and was stirring up trouble in Lordaeron.
Sargeras's foremost servant, the Eredar Kil'jaeden, one of the leaders of the Burning Legion, was also plotting a better way to invade Azeroth once again. Like the gears of fate, every ambition and desire was converging, and the Holy Light Clerics' greatest trial was quietly approaching.
Time flowed slowly toward the distant future like a stream of