Only after nearly a full day of private discussion did Dick leave the Celestial Planetarium, utterly exhausted. That exhaustion weighed more heavily on his mind.
Not long ago, he had learned from Norgannon's final recorded image that, in his last moments, the Keeper of Mysteries had gathered the Titans' souls together with a special spell. Yet the information Xe'ra had now provided showed that Norgannon's desperate efforts might not have entirely changed the Titans' tragic fate... at least, not all of it.
Aggramar's soul had ultimately fallen into Sargeras's hands, and the Dark Titan had already transformed Aggramar into a being like himself.
This news also made Dick realize something... his "prophetic knowledge" ended here.
After forcibly advancing the plot by about twenty years, he had exhausted his knowledge of the plot and the world's future. Still, that was no great problem. Dick was deeply thankful that, at the end of this inevitable future, he already possessed enough power to bring about change, whether to Azeroth's fate or that of the universe.
He had already done well enough... no one could demand more.
The moment he walked out of the Celestial Planetarium, Dick raised his head to look at the stars filling the sky. Here in Ulduar, atop these mountains, where the world lay closest to the stars, he felt a sense of ease and a faint pride. Now, even without relying on his foreknowledge, he could calmly face whatever the future held.
As an old saying went, once you had chosen a distant destination, all that remained was to press on through wind and rain.
The Paladin let out a long breath, turned, and walked into Ulduar. He still had many matters to attend to, and he had other arrangements for Turalyon and his wife, who would soon be