Knowledge was power. Knowledge changed the future. No matter the world, this was a truth that ran through the universe.
Silvermoon City. Returning to this lavish city once more, Shane's master-level senses left him briefly intoxicated. The arcane particles of the Sunwell were so dense they felt almost greasy, yet he could gather and command them at will. With a single thought, an Arcane Orb formed. That powerful sense of controlling arcane energy was utterly intoxicating.
But the next moment, Shane woke from the illusion. The Sunwell was indeed wonderful, but its beauty was far too unreal. Everything was built upon the pleasure produced by its radiation. The original sin of the high elves was something ordinary people could never resist through willpower alone. Without blood and fire, changing the elves' current situation would be nearly impossible.
Shane was clear-headed. He stepped out of space and immediately entered his mentor's tower.
"Mage Shane?" The assistant in charge of reception shared the confusion common to low-circle mages. The mental pressure was unusually heavy, yet he could not determine whether Shane had broken through the boundary of masterhood. He did not know what etiquette to use.
"Is my mentor here?" Shane's voice eased the apprentice's pressure.
"I'll inform him at once. Please wait a moment," the apprentice replied nervously, though a sixth-circle mage had already seen through the situation.
However, Shane did not even wait a minute before meeting his mentor in the study, sparing him from some social pleasantries. In the study, he looked at his mentor. Time had left no trace on the man's face, but his eyes held endless weariness.
"How many years has it been? Dawnblade has gained two more masters. I remember those days." His mentor looked at Shane as he spoke, but his tone held more