(I recommend a novel by a master author: Shadow of the Moonlit Night in Azeroth. It's by the author of King of Rangers.)
"Was that the ability to control time?" Anachronos recalled Patrick restoring that withered branch to life. As bronze dragons who controlled time, they were all too familiar with Aman'Thul's power. Patrick had definitely used time magic just now.
Patrick did not deny it. "That's right. This is an ability granted to me by Azeroth's creator, Aman'Thul, the father of the Titans."
"I wrapped that withered branch in spatial magic, then used time magic to turn its time back to when it was alive, and finally used nature magic to give it life again. Bringing a dead branch back to life is no problem."
It was not actually a particularly complicated spell. The power of space was the direction of Patrick's own research, time magic had been taught to him by Aman'Thul through a runes array, and the nature magic came from Freya's life spell. She had already given Patrick that spell some time ago.
Prince Valanar, Prince Thaladram, Prince Keleseth, Blood-Queen Lana'thel, Luminas Sunstrider, and the other undead present exchanged glances. They had never imagined that, already dead as they were, they might still have a chance to be reborn. Yet that possibility stood right before their eyes-and they could regain life in a complete form.
"The creator..." Anachronos murmured. The name Aman'Thul had shaken him deeply.
Patrick cut Anachronos off. "Anachronos, enemies have infiltrated the Caverns of Time. Have you really not noticed all this time?"
"En... enemies?" Everyone found this a little strange. Who would dare attack this place?
The sound of a blade cutting through the air rang out. A greatsword suddenly appeared to Anachronos's left. If that two-handed greatsword truly struck his neck,