Following Morhun, the excellent guide of this continent, Leylin traversed quiet and deep forest paths. After successfully avoiding all the guards in purple armor around Suramar City, two uninvited guests arrived at the beautiful and tranquil night elven garden.
Morhun kept his word without hesitation. His familiarity with the lands outside Suramar City was unmatched. He knew every hidden trail, every concealed refuge, and every secret pathway like the back of his hand.
Hidden deep within the garden's orchard, Morhun picked up a pale purple willow branch hanging from a tree trunk, bent down, and they entered the area where the nightbornes cultivated fruit trees.
These branches, shimmering with purple fluorescence like willows, were laden with translucent purple fruits.Morhun told Leylin that these fruits were called 'Heaven Peach,' delicious fruits that could only grow in Suramar City, the territory of the nightborne race.
There were no other Nightborne elves here, Leylin and the tauren Morhun weren't too reserved. They began to freely pick the fruits. This was Leylin's first time stealing from someone else's orchard.
Having managed his own orchard before, Leylin knew all too well what it felt like to have his fruit stolen. But now, he didn't care. He needed to fill his stomach first.
*Pfft!* This fruit, devoid of any sweetness and with a slightly bitter aftertaste, was it really the delicious fruit Morhun wanted? While Leylin couldn't deny that this type of fruit contained a lot of calories, the taste was truly unappealing.
Accustomed to the sweet fruits of human society, Leylin was tasting this kind of fruit for the first time. Morhun didn't have as many questions as Leylin. He ate large mouthfuls of fruit, his expression quite satisfied.
Helplessly, Leylin used Morhun's satisfied expression to create a meager appetite for himself; to fill his stomach, he didn't care.
After this simple lunch, Morhun lay back on the meadow, enjoying the soft afternoon sun. Around the city of Suramar, the midday sun felt as gentle as the evening sun, and Morhun, relaxing, even dozed off.
Unlike the tauren, Leylin wasn't so carefree; he began circulating his magical energy. Leylin's sharp senses brought his purpose sharply into focus as he stood on this mysterious island in the endless sea.
His initial goal was clear, he had come with the intent to deepen his mastery over the arcane, seeking to unlock new levels of power that could give him an edge in the dangerous game of magic and politics.
While he calmly sought to improve his Arcane Mastery, Leylin's perceptive eyes couldn't help but notice the subtle but distinct aura of arcane energy radiating from the nightborne city before him. It was a signature that resonated deeply within him, a familiar and yet uniquely powerful type of magic.
Leylin possessed a rare magical trait, an innate ability to directly tap into the magical energy of the Sunwell. This connection had been a cornerstone of his arcane prowess, giving him access to immense power and knowledge.
As he observed Suramar's city, he could sense that the origins of its magic were strikingly similar to those of Quel'Thalas, the legendary land of the blood elves and their Sunwell.
The energy here was pure, vibrant, and filled with ancient power, hinting at a source that might rival or even surpass the Sunwell itself. Leylin's mind raced with possibilities, if he could decipher this energy and perhaps harness or even manipulate it, his mastery over the arcane could reach unprecedented heights.
However, he could not access the magical energy structure here through the simple network of ley lines distributed underneath the city. Leylin could perceive that the nightborne mages who built these magical energy structures were no less skilled than his own mentors in Silvermoon City.
At least their encryption methods for their energy network surpassed Leylin's current knowledge. Fortunately, Leylin could still utilize the magical energy here. Through observation, he noticed some differences and compared it to Quel'Thalas magical network.
Leylin soon entered a state of focused analysis as he began to observe the intricate magical network beneath Suramar. The network was a tapestry of arcane currents, ancient runes, and complex oscillations that intertwined seamlessly through the city's core.
Each strand of magic seemed alive, pulsating with a rhythm that spoke of centuries of mastery by the nightborne.
With his innate skill of [Knowledge Comprehension], Leylin carefully studied a concrete example—an arcane conduit embedded within the city's architecture. He meticulously traced its runes, understanding the flow of energy, the way it was stabilized, and the methods used by the nightbornes to maintain such a vast, self-sustaining network.
Soon, Leylin began experimenting. His hands moved with precision as he attempted to disintegrate and reconstruct parts of the network, testing the limits of their design. Each attempt revealed new secrets: weak points, redundancies, and arcane principles that he could manipulate.
Thanks to his [Mastery of Magic], the process became smoother. This skill allowed him to dissect the nightbornes' arcane practices with greater ease, understanding their methods on a deeper level.
He could see how they infused their magic into the very fabric of the city, how their runes and enchantments worked in harmony, and where potential vulnerabilities lay hidden.
As Leylin continued to delve into the mysteries, he realized that the magic was not just a tool but an extension of their will, an interconnected hive mind of arcane energy. If he could learn to control or even disrupt this network, he could wield immense influence over Suramar's magic itself.
Leylin's mind was a forge of insight, tirelessly working to combine the fragments of knowledge he had gleaned from the nightbornes' arcane methods with the profound understanding he had acquired in Quel'Thalas. Each discovery, each dissection of their intricate network, added a new layer to his comprehension.
Leylin's eyes gleamed with the realization that this synthesis could unlock a new realm of arcane mastery, one where the divine and the arcane intertwined seamlessly, giving him control over a nearly limitless source of power.
The nightborne's arcane defenses, once thought impenetrable, now seemed like a puzzle slowly being unraveled by a master at work. Leylin's pursuit of knowledge deepened, fueling his ambition to unlock the secrets of this ancient, powerful magic—and perhaps, bend it to his own will.