Nearer!
Even nearer!
So close, they were practically intertwined!
When the circuits of ice and fire made contact with the arcane circuit, there wasn't a cataclysmic clash, but rather an unexpected harmony. As if through countless calculations, the alignment of the three circuits was so perfect that even Malygos, the King of Magic, was taken aback.
This wasn't mere harmonization in song, where a near match could be glossed over with the accompaniment of music. This was a true, comprehensive alignment, involving thousands of major and minor connection points.
Such coordination surpassed the comprehension and correction capabilities of both human and dragon brains.
For Malygos, a guardian dragon of magic, the human body as a container for magical power was just too minuscule. If there wasn't a significant magical leak that could affect bodily functions, then it was considered a success.
However, this connection didn't just experience the forceful clashes of incompatible magic or the crude sensation of misalignment. Instead, it was a perfect fusion, harmoniously attuned like milk mixing with water.
From the main circuit's connection to the fusion of branch circuits, how many collisions were there in that fleeting moment of contact? Countless.
As the magical circuits were being built to this degree, the most dangerous moments had passed. What remained were countless adjustments made from numerous experiments, understanding the upper and lower limits of magical output, and recognizing the nuances of internal magical production.
However, neither of the two Dragon Lords expected that Duke had more up his sleeve.
"Hmm?" Malygos was the first to notice something amiss.
Even for a mage of the Radiant Moon level, Duke's magical circuit seemed excessively vast.
Mages often expanded or pruned their circuits according to their spellcasting needs. Duke, it seemed, was building his magical circuit to the standard of a Sun Mage.
"Such grand ambitions," Malygos remarked with a chuckle.
"Indeed. If one didn't harbor such grand dreams, who would dare scheme against Neltharion using the power of a Morningstar mage?" Alexstrasza commented, her smile radiant.
"You expect me to help him even further?" Malygos seemed slightly irritated.
Favors couldn't be owed indefinitely. As if one asked a bank for a loan of one million, and immediately afterward, sought another billion. Such greed was looked down upon.
At this juncture, as Duke's internal conditions began to stabilize, he shared information he had been harboring for a while: "I've learned of a demon, a master of necromantic magic, who has set his sights on Sindragosa's remains. It's likely he intends to resurrect Sindragosa as a bone dragon through dark magic."
"Who dares?!" Malygos roared, his temper flaring.
"The commander of the Burning Legion, the Deceiver Kil'jaeden!" Duke slowly accused.
I'm not lying! Isn't it Kil'jaeden who instigates the Lich King to resurrect Sindragosa in the future?
At this moment, having someone on one's side to vouch for you was of paramount importance.
Alexstrasza spoke, "It's been ten thousand years. In the past, to commemorate the enmity towards Neltharion, you didn't allow Sindragosa to return to the Dragonbone Wastelands. It's time she and the other blue dragons return."
The Dragonbone Wastelands were akin to the ancestral burial grounds of the dragonkin.
Malygos glanced at Duke, "Fine, your words hold merit. We're now even." He then casually tossed a glowing orb into Duke's embrace.
Seeing the system notification: "Congratulations! You have obtained the 'Radiant Sunfire' (temporarily sealed, will unseal when strength is sufficient). This is a rare treasure in the world. With it, ascending to the Radiant Moon level will face no obstacles!"
Duke was dazed by this sudden boon, utterly stunned and overwhelmed.
Regardless of the potential Draenor expedition or the inevitable Third Dark Portal War, the power of mortals was no longer reliable. The scope of the war had surpassed the limits of mere mortals.
Only transcendental power was truly reliable!
Now, Duke even harbored the impulse to kiss the old blue dragon, Malygos, out of gratitude, even if he was male.
Suddenly, Duke found himself turned around. Before him was the mischievously beautiful visage of Alexstrasza.
"Oh! No need to thank him. Thank me!" The Red Dragon Queen proudly thrust forward her ample chest, her expression triumphant.
Honestly, I was moved just a moment ago. Now, not so much.
Duke was both amused and frustrated by this ancient dragoness who seemed to lack an understanding of human emotions.
"Ah, are you implying that we're now even?" Duke asked, touching his nose.
Alexstrasza, exuding her majestic queenly aura, lightly pressed her elegant hand on her sultry collarbone, tilting her chin up with pride in her golden eyes.
"How could it be?! The great favor of safeguarding my dragon egg and rescuing me from painful captivity isn't comparable to mere 'Starlight' and 'Radiant Sunfire'. Are you suggesting that my worth is equivalent to a mere human Radiant Moon mage?"
Fine, you're right. I don't mind if you continue to owe me a favor.
Duke rolled his eyes, shrugged, and after a brief chat with the queen, he began to immerse himself, savoring his surging magical power...
A day later, news shocked all of Lordaeron—17-year-old Duke Markus had suddenly ascended to the rank of Radiant Moon Mage!
The moment Duke stepped out of the portal, every high-ranking mage in Lordaeron sensed it.
The Morningstar, as the name implies, was just a glimmer in the eyes of others, though it did possess the ability to self-generate magic, albeit very limited.
But the Radiant Moon was a whole different concept.
Not just in quality, but the sheer quantity was leagues beyond the Morningstar.
On a cloudless night, one could overlook the stars in the sky, but one could never ignore the moon.
Especially when Terenas, accompanied by his Radiant Moon mage protector, informed Duke of his promotion, Terenas was taken aback for a moment.
Because, be it humans, dwarves, or high elves, any mage who reached the Radiant Moon level would be respectfully addressed as "Master!"