The radiant water rippled in wave after wave, magical energy pouring from it and radiating immense power. This was the Sunwell.
Restored at last, the Sunwell once again became the source of the High Elves' magic.
Rex plopped down on the ground with the Ashbringer in his arms. Without a shred of decorum, he lifted his water flask and gulped it down, his throat bobbing.
Though his head felt ready to split, Rex wore a smile. His perseverance this time had rewarded him greatly, for it had taught him what perseverance truly meant. "Perseverance leads to victory" was easy enough to say, but putting it into practice was incredibly difficult. How many people could truly manage it?
That was not even Rex's greatest gain. His greatest gain was the increase in his strength, bringing him another step closer to reaching the late Hero stage.
This advance had saved Rex several years. If reaching the late Hero stage would have taken him ten years before, now he would only need seven. Shaving off three years at once was a considerable improvement.
Cheers rang out in the distance. Kael'thas maintained his kingly dignity, showing only a radiant smile, but the others had no such reservations. Cheers rose one after another, and every High Elf near the Sunwell was beside themselves with excitement. The Sunwell had finally been purified, and every source of corruption had vanished completely. Even though the corrupted trees in the nearby woods remained unchanged, the Sunwell's magic would gradually permeate them with the passage of time. Sooner or later, they would teem with life again, becoming magical trees suffused with arcane mysteries.
"Rex, thank you for everything this time. Quel'Thalas will always be Gilneas's most faithful friend." Smiling, Kael'thas walked over to Rex and sat on the ground beside