"I actually don't understand."
Dick stood in the deepest part of the Temple of Atal'Hakkar, looking at Eranikus's enormous body, sunk in the deepest sleep, and the shade of a long-haired elf floating before him, and asked,
"Lord Eranikus, why did you and Her Majesty Ysera specifically choose me to come to this temple to help you? Both Thrall and Tyrande are more powerful than I am. They would certainly have had an easier time! Was it simply because of order power?"
Eranikus's shade tilted his head in a very human gesture.
"Simply? Dick, do you really think the order power in your left hand is something you can find anywhere? Humans are always like this, never showing enough reverence for truly great power!"
The Emerald Dragon's words left Dick somewhat embarrassed, but he genuinely did not understand. Although the order power within the Silver Hand was inexhaustible, only a tiny bit could be drawn out and infused into his holy power each time. Although holy power fused with order power became more offensive, and even healed more effectively, Dick truly had no way of controlling the flow of that wisp of order power yet. He could only use it instinctively.
But after a few teasing remarks, Eranikus explained seriously,
"Before ancient times, when the whole world was still a wilderness, the Titan Keepers walked the land. You cannot imagine the grandeur of that age. Freya, one of the Life Guardians, walked the earth, and every Wild God in this world was fed by her own hand. Thorim controlled lightning and the weather, while Loken presided over the commands of the land. Every appearance by Hodir heralded the arrival of winter, and there were also the most mysterious Odyn and Ra-den. It is no exaggeration to say that in those