After a night in Morris Town, Oculeth's condition had grown steadily worse.
When he woke that morning, his head felt heavy and foggy, as though an immense weight were dragging down his thoughts.
His thinking slowed, his mental strength flagged, and his body could no longer keep up with his intentions. Oculeth gradually realized that a ravenous craving was taking control of his mind.
And this craving for arcane energy was the root of the evil that caused the Nightborne to degenerate into Withered.
"Master Oculeth, we're ready to leave," Ellen reminded him with a knock on the door.
Oculeth drank another two jars of the Endless Depth Potion, temporarily sweeping the tangled cravings from his mind.
I hope the archmages in Kul Tiras's Industrial Zone can cast the Long-Distance Teleportation Spell. Otherwise, I might not make it back to Suramar.
"All right," Oculeth answered weakly.
Before leaving, Oculeth packed the remaining two jars of potion to take with him, then put a large quantity of starlight roses into a parcel for Ellen.
There was no denying that Ellen was an excellent alchemist. Although the potions he brewed could not cure mana addiction, they could replenish a large amount of arcane energy in a short time.
Of course, the Endless Depth Potion did far more than that. It could also increase a caster's spell strength and enhance the power of their magic.
Unfortunately, in his current physical condition, Oculeth lacked the energy to cast spells and experience the Endless Depth Potion's true effects.
Ellen readily accepted the parcel full of starlight roses without standing on ceremony.
Over the past two days, every last one of Ellen's magic potions had been consumed to suppress Oculeth's mana addiction.
Ellen had been accompanying Valeera and Capernian on voyages to purchase spell materials lately,