Azeroth's memories unfolded completely before Dick's eyes. What he saw was the first scene of dawn piercing the darkness.
The purest light spilled over the ground, illuminating the land ruled by darkness. In the beginning, this land was utterly barren, shrouded even in endless ice. Over the countless days and nights of those earliest times, that hard, cold ice melted, forming the world's first ocean. Endless mountains, rivers, and continents were changed and shaped by this inconceivable power.
The whole world seemed to wake from sleep. It turned over gently, and the first earthquake occurred. It yawned softly, and the first thunderbolt streaked across the empty sky. It seemed dissatisfied with this silence and stillness, so it breathed out gently. The first breath of warm air appeared in the world, then swiftly spread with the wind across the entire barren land.
Then the first hint of green struggled through the soil and appeared before Dick's eyes.
That was life!
Newborn life! Life that represented this world truly coming alive!
And so, the most despairing, icy death and the first life brimming with defiance were the second things Dick saw after darkness and light.
Time flowed on, and the third scene that appeared before Dick was a frozen snowfield. Heavy snow and icy winds swept over everything before him, threatening to freeze all things, while overhead lay an eternally unchanging night, and the stars.
War, a brutal war, was taking place. A group of Iron Vrykul were slaughtering a group of Earthen struggling to resist. Frenzied, indifferent expressions showed on those Iron Giants' faces, while an air of despair and tragic resolve spread among the Earthen. Not one person on either side retreated. Like two savage beasts locked in a relentless struggle on the snowfield, they sought to sink their fangs