As expected of a great Prophet tempered by countless years, Velen looked every inch a sage compared with the others. Or, to put it another way, he was utterly impervious.
"Your little tricks are useless, Blood Elf." Although Patrick had angered him considerably, Velen still retained his reason, and the Holy Light energy around him showed not the slightest unnecessary fluctuation. "Compared with what you did in Outland, the Naaru have always fought the Burning Legion. You are the truly evil ones, and now you are openly summoning Kil'jaeden. Just who is threatening this world's safety?"
"I was merely stating a fact. It has nothing to do with who is right or wrong. Why are you in such a hurry to prove your righteousness? Besides, I only wanted to tell you that if you're confident you can get out alive once the fighting starts, then by all means, come at me."
Never openly attack a Mage's home, especially while its owner was still inside. All of Sunfury Spire, along with Sunlight City, could be considered Patrick's private property. For decades, the Elves living in the Floating City-its residents, Mages, Scholars, and others-had lived here and contributed to Sunlight City's construction.
The existence of the Discs of Norgannon and their limitless energy supply allowed the Elves living here to gradually inscribe Magic Runes and set up Magic Circles on every wall and in every space.
Those beautiful reliefs and the decorative gems beside the Magic Lamps all had magical effects. They were extravagantly luxurious, but not merely for show. Even the decorative patterns carved into the floor were inlaid with threads drawn from arcanite bars, with arcane energy flowing quietly through them like little streams.
As the city's owner, Patrick could activate its various Magic Circles at will. Fighting Patrick in