A new day dawned, and Leylin climbed out of bed, marking the calendar on the red wall.
"It's been a week since Vereesa left. I wish her all the best," Leylin muttered softly before beginning another day of magic study.
Within a week, Leylin had completed all the spells of the Falthrien Academy. There was no spell left in the Falthrien Academy's Library that Leylin couldn't cast.
Furthermore, Leylin began to practicing all of his spells just to get a hang of it, while also studying arcane textbooks to deepen his understanding about arcane magic.
Grand Magister Belo'vir meticulously prepared a complete set of arcane textbooks for Leylin, personally teaching him some key points during his time at the Mage Tower.
Leylin's deep comprehension and diligence were so impressive that even Grand Magister Belo'vir was impressed by his student.
Leylin's performance delighted the usually reserved mentor, who now happily engaged with Leylin daily at the Mage Tower. The grand magister's face was no longer filled with worry or gloom.
During the morning classes, Leylin devoted all his time to studying frost spells. He could always be found in the quietest corners within the Falthrien Academy.
He often sat there for the entire morning, his mind racing as he researched different efficiencies about absorbing raw magical energies. Time never seems to run out when absorbed in a single subject.
Two full weeks passed, and now he refined enough pure frost energy. Leylin still continued to absorbed vast raw amount of magical energy and then converting them into arcane energy.
Since both frost magic and fire magic stems from arcane energy. Leylin now focuses more on arcane, the more knowledge he has on arcane deepens his mastery on both fire and frost specializations.
Leylin came out of the academy, ready to put aside the study of magical constructs in the afternoon and went to the mage tower to continue absorbing magical energy.
After a simple lunch in the Mage Tower, Leylin quickly went at the top of the mage tower to continue refining his magical energy. He stood at the pinnacle of concentration.
The air around him shimmered with shimmering tendrils of raw magical energy, swirling chaotically as he absorbed vast quantities of power from the magical currents flowing through the tower's depths.
Each influx of energy was meticulously refined, a delicate process of transforming chaos into pure, focused arcane magic that danced at his fingertips.
As days blurred into nights, Leylin's magical prowess grew exponentially. His mastery across the three core specializations—fire, arcane, and frost—continued to deepen with relentless dedication.
Fire magic, his first mastery, became an extension of his will, effortless in its manipulation, flames bending and swirling at his command with almost instinctive ease. The mastery he achieved in this element was a testament to his unwavering focus, each spell sharper, more precise, than ever before.
Meanwhile, his arcane mastery soared as he poured over countless arcane textbooks, deciphering ancient scripts and unraveling the deepest secrets of the mystical arts. The knowledge accumulated, fueling his understanding and amplifying his capability to weave complex spells with remarkable finesse.
His recent specialization in frost magic also caught up swiftly, the chill of mastery settling into his bones as he grasped the subtle nuances of icy manipulation.
Hours upon hours, Leylin absorbed and refined, until suddenly—an overwhelming surge of magical energy erupted from the top of the tower. The tempest of power rippled through the structure like a thunderclap, shaking the very foundations of the tower.
The energy burst was fierce and uncontrolled, a raw manifestation of Leylin's breakthrough. Down below, in the lower floor, Grand Magister Belo'vir was attuned to the ripple of energy.
His keen senses detected the surge with quiet vigilance. He paused, eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed upward toward the apex of the tower. A faint smile touched his lips—his student had crossed a monumental threshold.
Leylin, his promising student, had now stepped into the ranks of a magister, albeit a low rank magister.
The moment was silent yet monumental. Grand Magister Belo'vir's hope and pride swelled within him as he observed the culmination of Leylin's relentless effort.
The young mage's journey was reaching a new chapter—one that promised even greater feats.
Grand Magister Belo'vir turned away quietly, knowing that this surge marked not just a moment of triumph, but the dawn of a future where his student's name would resonate through the halls of magic for ages to come.
The Mage Tower fell into silence again, the instructor was conducting his own research on the study of arcane construct. After the tumultuous surge of magical energy subsided, Leylin stood at the outside the top of the mage tower, his breath steady and his mind calm.
The raw power still hummed faintly within him, a testament to his recent breakthrough, but now he allowed himself a moment of repose. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the warm glow of accomplishment wash over him, a quiet reverence for how far he had come.
The tower's highest balcony offered a panoramic view of the sprawling land beyond—a vast, endless horizon stretching into the distance. Leylin gazed outward, lost in thought, contemplating his journey and the limitless possibilities that lay ahead.
The horizon symbolized the unknown, a realm of endless discovery, challenges, and opportunities.
In that reflective silence, Leylin's mind wandered to the future—what new spells he would learn, what depths of magic he had yet to explore, and how his power could shape the world around him.
The wind gently whispered past him, carrying with it the promise of tomorrow. With a subtle smile, he turned his gaze back to the horizon, ready to embrace whatever destiny awaited him beyond the horizon.
"Knock knock knock." The wooden door downstairs made a sound.
Leylin stopped his contemplation and hurried downstairs.
There were almost no elves who came to visit the instructor, and today was an exception.
Leylin opened the door, and outside the door stood a tall elven warrior. He did not look down on Leylin because he was a human, and still asked Leylin for instructions.
"Hello, student of Grand Magister Belo'vir, I am Thalorien Dawnseeker, I have something important to see the Grand Magister."
Leylin's gaze lingered on the Quel'dalar hanging at the warrior's waist, a subtle yet powerful artifact that radiated an aura of ancient mystery and formidable strength.
Its intricate carvings shimmered faintly in the fading light, each rune and symbol whispering secrets of forgotten ages.
The aura it emitted was both mesmerizing and humbling, a testament to the countless battles and arcane secrets it had witnessed.
In awe, Leylin's eyes traced the delicate engravings, recognizing the craftsmanship that had gone into forging such a legendary relic.
"The instructor is inside, please come in."