After staying in the Mage Tower until late at night, Leylin put down the last arrow in his hand and adjusted the eagle feather on the end of the arrow.
After carefully placing all the arrows in the quiver, Leylin leaned back on the bench to rest. Not returning to the inn today, Leylin observed the twin moons of Azeroth from the top of the Mage Tower.
Although it was late, Leylin did not neglect his daily responsibilities. He had to absorb a certain amount of magic energy an hour before going to sleep.
Leylin now had to conduct magic trials every day, which causes the magic energies he absorbed to turn even more purer.
Absorbing the rich fire and arcane magic energy from the Mage Tower, Leylin immersed himself in the moment of refining his magic.
Ever since Leylin received [Sage Body] his body kept on refining natural energy which in turns improving his physique even further increasing his physical prowess. By the time he started his path on becoming a mage, the magical energy was also processed out, making the fire and arcane energy he absorbs during his meditation even purer than raw magical energy.
Thanks to the Sunwell's radiance, from Isle of Quel'Danas had imbued Silvermoon City with a vast amount of raw magical energy. Soon after each refinement, the arcane energy stored within him was overflowing with pure arcane energy.
Something noteworthy was that Leylin's arcane mastery soared to new heights, a testament to his relentless dedication and innate talent. The air around him shimmered with a luminous glow as pure arcane energy coursed through his body, spiraling and flowing like a living river of power.
This energy, vibrant and untamed, fused seamlessly with his being, awakening latent potential and sharpening his focus. With each passing moment, Leylin felt his magical prowess intensify.
The once distant dream of becoming a magister edged closer into reality. His mastery of arcane arts now stood shoulder to shoulder with his formidable fire magic—two disciplines intertwined, each fueling the other with newfound strength.
The balance between his elemental fire mastery and the mystical arcane energy within him signaled a pivotal step forward on his path. A confident smile played across Leylin's lips as he recognized his progress.
The journey to mastery was no longer just a distant goal; it was within reach. Every spell he cast, every experiment he conducted, brought him closer to that coveted title—a grand magister.
As the energy within him pulsed in harmony, Leylin knew that the horizon was expanding before him. With this leap in his arcane prowess, he was one step closer to unlocking the deepest secrets of magic, to shaping his own destiny as a true magister.
Over two weeks of absorbing vast amounts of raw magic energy had yielded significant results. Having already experienced this transformation, Leylin clearly felt the vast amount of pure arcane energy. Now both arcane and fire energies maintain equal prowess.
Leylin began to cast [Arcane Blast]. This was an arcane spell he learned previously. Watching the arcane energy of the [Arcane Blast] converge before him, Leylin extended his hands and effortlessly finished casting in an instant.
Few seconds later, boom!
Several small purple magic circles appeared on the magic measurement array, and a line of information emerged.
"Arcane Blast, intermediate spell, power level B."
The qualitative change in concentrated magical energy could surprisingly increase the spell's power so dramatically. A single level of power increase, and what if condensing it even more arcane energy. Its power would significantly improve even bigger.
A delighted Leylin rested comfortably on the carved bench, savoring the momentary pleasure of his improvement.
He hadn't intended to control the intelligent construct. He was thirsty, but he didn't want to move, so he said, "Bring me a hot drink, Mr. Construct."
Adding a "Mr." might make the construct more willing to follow his instructions.
"No problem, Mr. Leylin. Even if it's late at night."
The intelligent construct had surprisingly developed a certain sense of time. It seemed necessary to explain to the grand magister tomorrow and give it a name. This way, he would qualify as a living being.
The intelligent construct brought the hot drink over, carefully placing it on the edge of the table, where Leylin's right hand could most easily reach.
"New flavor?" Leylin asked. He hadn't tasted a drink as sweet as this in a long time.
"Yes, this is the spoils that Grand Magister Belo'vir collected from the trolls. It's a white crystal made from a plant called sweetgrass," the construct explained to Leylin.
He couldn't help but admire his teacher's greatness. The construct had already reached the stage of communicating with him.
Much different from his own construct, though regarding its combat capability his construct is much better than his teacher since he got wonderful ideas from Real Steel.
"This crystal can be called sugar. That sounds simple and easy to understand."
"That's a perfectly reasonable title. Memorize it."
Leylin fell into a deep sleep, absorbing the somewhat mechanical words of the intelligent construct. It wasn't until the next morning.
On the lower level of the Mage Tower were simple toiletries, and Leylin went there to fix his messy hair and clothes.
His teacher had prepared a mage's outfit for him a few days ago. The blue hue was calm and understated, and Leylin liked it very much.
But he hadn't put it on yet. Such brand new clothing must be worn on the most striking occasions, such as tomorrow when he delivered the magic arrows to his little sister.
Early in the morning, his teacher also arrived at the Mage Tower. Since he had no business with the Silvermoon Council or the Sunstrider Court, he would arrive early.
His teacher never disliked a lazy lifestyle; he rose early and went to bed late, maintaining a regular and simple life.
Seeing Leylin emerge from the lower level, his teacher naturally knew what he had done. However, he caught a glint in Leylin's eyes, and his calm expression gave way to joy.
"Your eyes tell me that, you, my student has undergone a transformation. A magnificent transformation."
Leylin was always proud of his teacher's praise. This was encouragement from the Grand Magister.
"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher."
Belo'vir shook his head, knowing full well. He taught knowledge like a student, never covering every detail like other magisters did.
He only taught methods and pointed out key points at crucial moments. His methods proved successful; a single magic notebook had enabled his student to advance so quickly.
The Grand Magister was pleased, and the slight wrinkle at the corner of his eye faded in the cheerful atmosphere of this morning.