Deep in the Caverns of Time, which teemed with countless Time Illusions, the Bronze Dragon Aspect Nozdormu lay listlessly before the Hourglass, waiting for Herad to visit.
Once, for the sake of Azeroth's future, he had devoted all his efforts to exploring the mysteries of the timelines.
That lasted until a certain High Elf Mage suddenly intervened and turned what had been an orderly timeline into a tangled mess.
Still, there was no denying that Azeroth was now in a much better state than before.
Although Nozdormu was the Bronze Dragon Aspect and commanded powerful forces of space and time,
the future he could see extended only a dozen or twenty years ahead.
Or rather, none of the timelines he could see could survive the combined onslaught of the Undead Scourge and Archimonde.
In fact, if the Night Elves botched things and failed to use wisps to blow up Archimonde while he was tearing into the tree,
Azeroth would perish in that very assault!
Nozdormu could see neither Wrath of the Lich King nor Mists of Pandaria.
He likewise had no chance to witness the Cataclysm that Deathwing caused with his imposing entrance.
If he really had seen Deathwing clad entirely in Elementium Armor, Nozdormu would probably have despaired on the spot.
How could anyone fight an enemy like that?
But the less one knew, the fewer worries one had.
At the sight of Herad, the out-of-work Bronze Dragon Aspect immediately perked up as though injected with adrenaline and eagerly discussed with his young friend how they could screw Deathwing over.
In fact, Nozdormu had spent quite a bit of his newfound free time studying Deathwing.
Although this Bronze Dragon Aspect was no good at anything, he still had the knowledge gained from exploring countless timelines.
Once he had the