Although Alleria had traveled a long way on a Hawkstrider, the light shining in her eyes was dazzling.
I wonder if he'll be pleasantly surprised? But then she thought, I wonder if he's finished his creation.
Longing made one gaze into the distance, while memories only made things more beautiful.
Patrick finished making the levitation magic circles, exhausted almost to the point of collapse. Such a massive, uninterrupted drain on the mind would leave any mage utterly spent.
The magic circles were complete. All that remained was to merge them with the Discs of Norgannon and activate the levitation magic circles on them.
Patrick now had no energy left to think about anything else. His body seemed to have lost its strength, and his spiritual power was muddled. In the end, he could no longer resist the encroaching exhaustion and slowly fell asleep.
Suddenly, Patrick sensed someone arriving on his Chief Mage floor. It should have been Alleria. Only she had his spiritual mark and could enter freely without being affected by the Mage Tower's defensive wards.
The elves outside the Mage Tower had all stopped what they were doing when they sensed that powerful arcane fluctuation, but after a brief pause, they returned to normal, assuming their lord was conducting large-scale arcane research. At the Sun Temple, every elf held their highest leader, Councilor Patrick Cabrolon, in the utmost reverence. The original residents here felt even more gratitude toward Patrick.
Since Patrick had taken up residence at the Sun Temple, the place had seen unprecedented development. Even those without a profession could find a decent job at the Sun Temple. Some elves who were not spellcasters had originally only been good at numerical reports, yet they caught Chief Information Officer Yanida's eye and were selected for posts in the