After his rebirth, Medivh's soul had been cleansed.
The pain inflicted by Sargeras's lingering consciousness had been swept away completely.
Medivh's face now looked much clearer, his bright eyes gleaming with the azure radiance unique to an Archmage.
After navigating so many complicated choices, Medivh had become better at concealing his presence.
An ordinary face, a goatee, and cloth robes. Perhaps only his handsome aquiline nose would draw anyone's attention.
After dinner, Rowan invited Medivh to take a walk along the riverbank and chat.
Medivh could be called the strongest Archmage in Azeroth after Aegwynn.
That strength extended beyond the power of his spells to his arcane lore.
Rumor had it that before the Orcs War, the mysteries contained within Karazhan were even more comprehensive than the arcane texts of the Highborne.
Judging by knowledge alone, an elite talent like him would have been at least on the level of the president of the Chinese Academy of Sciences on Blue Star. That was without even considering Medivh's combat strength, which could rival an army.
"The mysteries of traditional arcane magic go far beyond this. Your thinking is correct, Lord Rowan," Medivh said, stopping beside Rowan in front of the Iron Warships.
"You mean my steam engine units?" Rowan asked.
Medivh waved his hands, bringing them together in a clasping gesture. "No, no, no. What I mean is that magic is like a ladder. It can help us broaden our horizons and see a wider world. Like the science you mentioned."
A kindred spirit! As expected of the Guardian, his understanding really was remarkable.
"So, honored Guardian, would you be interested in creating the future with us? A future in every sense of the word."
Since Rhonin had brought the reborn Medivh to the Morris Industries District, how could Rowan let