Patrick fully unleashed his spiritual power, bringing the entire area around the Sun Temple within the range of his Spirit World. He directly used Arcane Energy Ascension, concentrating the power of space to sever the connections beneath the Sun Temple's land, then channeled energy to activate the Levitation Magic Circles at its core.
The ground began to tremble. A powerful surge of arcane energy had enveloped the entire area within the boundary, and vast waves of arcane energy spread outward from time to time. When the elves waiting outside saw the ground beneath the entire Sun Temple slowly rise and float into the air, all their laughter and horseplay stopped at once.
Patrick poured out arcane energy with all his strength. Every amplification crystal around Sunfury Spire had reached white heat, yet the floating city's height was still far from sufficient. Patrick gritted his teeth and continued pouring out arcane energy. I must finish building the floating city. For Quel'Thalas, for the High Elves, and for myself, I must fully activate the Arcane Ring Combination and let the floating city rise into the sky intact.
Fighting for the elves' future had been Patrick's goal all this time. It was this steadfast conviction that kept him gritting his teeth and holding firm as he fed arcane energy into the Magic Ring. History was closing in, and Azeroth would enter a time of unending turmoil. After the great war, Patrick would use the floating city to preserve a measure of strength for the Quel'Thalas Dynasty, allowing it to rise again amid the unrest and once more become Azeroth's foremost Magic Kingdom.
Sweat already covered his forehead. Through his spiritual power, Patrick sensed that the magic circles within the foundations had fully expanded. Arcane energy gradually flowed through every arcane circuit in the