Not assimilating other planets? That was something Patrick had never seen before. None of Azeroth's Old Gods were any good. "Are there actually Old Gods that don't worship destruction?"
"Do you think all humans are thugs?"
Aman'Thul's answer left Patrick speechless. Put that way, he had a point. Just as with the duality of energy, all energy had positive and negative sides. It was hardly strange that there were good and bad Old Gods and Titans alike.
"I have given you the fundamentals of time. I hope you can help Elune break free of the Old Gods' control soon and rebuild her body in another world."
"That is precisely what I have in mind, and the goal I have been working toward all along." Patrick had one reservation. "But before that, I must ensure Azeroth's safety. Only then can I search for a new world."
"Those are merely minor matters." Aman'Thul was unconcerned. Compared to Azeroth, Elune was his foremost concern; everything else was trivial. "At least, you have done very well so far."
"All right, you may return to your world. Also, my runes can grant you some of the authority possessed by the bronze dragons. Make good use of them."
Aman'Thul's voice vanished, and the scenery around Patrick changed in an instant. He was back in the Caverns of Time, still in the same position as when his hand had touched the hourglass.
Patrick looked around. Aside from the elf guards and Ulduar's Four Guardians, there were also the members of the Blood Council previously rescued from Icecrown Citadel, as well as Luminas Sunstrider.
"Why are you here?" Patrick was puzzled. After the Lich King's death, the undead high elves freed from the Scourge's control had all remained within Quel'Thalas, handling security and intelligence work. Why had they