(A clarification here: Azeroth's river of time was only a branch of the Blizzard Universe's river of time. In the Blizzard Universe, every world had its own river of time. Azeroth's river of time naturally had a main stream and tributaries, and ultimately, all rivers of time would flow into the great river of time of the Blizzard Universe.
P.S. In these chapters, I am starting to lay some groundwork, make preparations, and tie up some loose ends from earlier.)
After hearing Elune's answer, Patrick wanted to curse her out. So she could not even explain what she had done herself, and saving him had come down entirely to luck.
"Fucking hell." For the first time in all his years in Quel'Thalas, Patrick abandoned his so-called rationality. He was furious, looking nothing like an immortal mage. "If Karde hadn't brought this up, how much longer were you planning to keep it from me?"
[Telling you earlier would not have been a good thing for you. You weren't strong enough then. Once you could travel freely between planes, I would naturally have told you the truth.]
"Then how do you explain the issue with my memories?"
[Well... well...] Elune truly could not answer. This went beyond all the knowledge she possessed, and it was also the one event beyond her control. [Perhaps the Soul Shard that survived happened to contain your complete memories, while the other fragments retained none.]
Patrick actually laughed in anger. So even the great goddess Elune had things she could not explain and could cover up with an excuse about luck.
"So you don't know yourselves," Karde murmured. For Karde, finding something he did not understand was interesting. After countless ages, few things could still pique his interest.
Everything within the collective understanding of all Azeroth's creatures,