Within time, within this timeline where countless versions of the past could be seen or countless futures glimpsed, everything was no different from an illusion.
What Patrick needed to do was make Nozdormu remember that he was an existence independent of time, one who, like Patrick, could not be predicted by time.
Searching for Nozdormu within the web of time was impossible, but feeding Patrick's ideas into it was possible. With Aman'Thul's runes serving as a bridge, Patrick sent these thoughts into the web of time.
Soon, Nozdormu's figure appeared at the glowing temporal nodes. His figure was present at every point in time.
"Father, yes, it's Father." Streams of light converged, and through every point in time, Anachronos saw Nozdormu's golden-scaled figure.
The web of time rapidly twisted, presenting a startling and unsettling sight, but as a custodian of time, Anachronos showed no nervousness.
At last, the streams of light converged into the form of a bronze dragon. Nozdormu looked at Patrick and everyone else, including his son Anachronos, then turned back to Patrick. "I owe you a favor, and I believe I cannot repay it," Nozdormu said solemnly. "You brought me back from a web woven from countless strands of time. My figure was once scattered throughout time, yet my true body was nowhere to be found. I seem to have forgotten the first lesson the Titans taught me, the duty the creators bestowed upon me."
Nozdormu gave a rumbling sound, partly in self-mocking amusement and partly in irritation.
"I know why you have come," Nozdormu continued. He knew everything that had happened in the Caverns of Time, including the objective of Patrick's journey. "The ruins of Uldum are indeed among the mountains to the south. The elemental upheaval has disrupted the protective barrier there. You can enter