The towering cluster of spires bathed in the gentle dawn light, their lofty tips piercing the sky like spears, splitting the first rays of sunlight into colorful beams that scattered across every corner of the city.
Ron walked along the main road of the Central Lands, feeling the subtle magical pulses of the floating islands beneath his feet.
In stark contrast to the inert magic field of the Black Mist Jungle, here magic surged like a torrential stream, every inch of air imbued with a heart-pounding energy density.
The "Star Projection" trait became extraordinarily active in this environment, akin to a greedy Devourer, constantly extracting nourishment from the surrounding ocean of magic.
In just a few days, his magic reserves had surged several folds, with its quality significantly improved.
"This rate of magic growth..." Ron calculated silently:
"If it continues, within two years, I could reach the magic reserves of a Moon Level Wizard."
