Every night, before bedtime, Leylin would perform an hour of meditation.
Three years ago, the child of the owner of the Malden Orchard was swept away by the night tide. Since then, he had taken that child's place, a child named Leylin.
For the first two years, his parents were still alive, and he lived a carefree life. With his sign ins, he silently wished to get some super powered talents, still Leylin chose to remain silent, diligently studying and being a good child, adapting to the ways of this world.
Then, a year ago, his father died during the First War, then his mother died of grief. Leylin was left alone in the family and the orchard.
Then, Rhonin appeared in Leylin's world. Rhonin told him that knowledge was important in this world, but strength was even more crucial. Surviving safely in this world without special abilities was impossible.
Since he got his talent in [Bending Arts], Leylin began studying the art of bending. He made a lot of progress, able to do all kinds of bending, starting from the 4 basic bending arts till he unlocked the specialized bending techniques.
A year passed, and Leylin completed mastered every bending arts. His mastery improved even better when he finally got [Sage Body]. It improved his physique and helped him in the manipulation of natural energy. Since [Bending Arts] is the manipulation of the four elements, both his talents are in harmony which enhanced its powers.
Today marked the first time he practices magic. Leylin sat and meditated on his bed, trying to feel the magic around him. Since he hasn't tried any magic related. He just went ahead and tried.
He followed the fundamental theories of magic Rhonin had shared with him. Azeroth possessed a variety of magical energies, and for mages three of which were most prominent: frost, fire, and arcane.
These three energies were distributed throughout Azeroth: in mountains, seas, rivers, chasms, rock cores, icebergs, and even in the very air around him.
Silence, perception. Calming his mind, Leylin slowly extended his hands before his eyes.
The atmosphere around him froze as Leylin stared at his hands. Hands were the tools a magician used to cast spells, the most effective instruments for sensing them.
He saw small balls of fire, ice and arcane swirling around his hands. Amazed at this situation, adrenaline surged within Leylin.
Humans showed a strong aptitude for arcane magic, though not all are blessed with it. Now that he could become a mage, it would become a good cover for the unexplainable things he could receive for his sign ins. Who knows in due time, he could be one of the strongest in Warcraft history.
This was no world where ordinary people could live safely. At the heart of Warcraft universe is an ongoing battle between the forces of order and chaos: The Burning Legion, a vast army of demons seeking to enslave or destroy all life, led by the dark titan Sargeras. The Old Gods, ancient, malevolent entities buried beneath Azeroth's surface whispering insanity into the minds of mortals. The Titans, cosmic beings who shape and ordered the universe, fighting to contain the chaos.
Throughout Warcraft history, there are numerous examples of constant danger.
But thanks to his recent reward, learning magic should be quite easy. Leylin had no time to process the changes in his mind. Frost auras, fire elements, and arcane torrents merged and churned within his body.
One moment, a sudden, violent surge of magic erupted from Leylin. It was as if a dormant volcano had awakened beneath his fingertips-an uncontrollable, roaring storm of power that refused to be tamed.
Fire, frost, and arcane energy twisted chaotically throughout the room like a furious tempest. Flames blazed with a crackling roar, icy winds howled and froze everything in their path, and arcane sparks cracked wildly, illuminating the shadows with flashes of violet and gold.
"Stop, stop!" Leylin's eyes widened in shock, his face pale with alarm. The magic riot threatened to tear the room apart-walls shuddered, furniture shattered, and the very air shimmered with raw, untamed energy.
Leylin knew he had to act fast before everything was consumed by his own outburst. Leylin's eyes burn with renewed resolve as he steadies his breath, focusing every ounce of his will.
The chaos inside him still flickers like dying embers, but he refuses to let it consume him.
With a deep, steadying breath, he reaches out with his mind, grasping the wild energies—frost, fire, and arcane—and begins to wrestle them into submission.
Gradually, the turbulent storm subsides. The flames die down to faint, glowing embers; the frost dissolves into icy mist that lingers in the air; and the arcane sparks flicker like dying stars, vanishing into the silence that follows.
Leylin's shoulders slump, exhausted but victorious. He looks around his room—a scene of chaos and destruction. Furniture is shattered, splintered wood and broken stone litter the floor.
The walls bear scorch marks, and patches of frost cling stubbornly to the corners, remnants of his unleashed power.
He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his expression a mixture of relief and solemnity. "I… I did it," he whispers to himself, a faint smile touching his lips.
The room's devastation feels like a battlefield won, but he knows this is only the beginning. Leylin then noticed something new in his brain.
In the past year, Leylin had read the magic books that Rhonin had brought him, which contained many spells. Leylin recalled a low-level spell and tried to use it.
Sense, absorb, disperse, and converge!
Channeling the surrounding flame magic energy, Leylin began the first chapter of his magical journey.
His left hand moved, and the warm sensation stimulated Leylin's largest sensory system. Then, absorbing and converging, the flame magic energy spread throughout Leylin's hand.
Convergence! The crackling sound of dry wood igniting echoed from Leylin's hand, and a ball of fire burned in Leylin's palm.
A fire mage ignite spell, he had actually used himself.
In the eyes of other mages, this ignite spell, which was even more basic than fireball spell, was too low-level. Anyone who could be happy about using this low-level spell would definitely laugh their heads off.
Leylin was different; he understood that he could go to the magic academy in Quel'Thalas for further studies.
The flame in the palm of his left hand burned with a unique tactile sensation. Leylin seemed to sense the life of the flaming flower. He wished he could keep it burning forever, treasure it forever, but magic is always temporary, not eternal.
"Have I succeeded?" Leylin murmured.
Sensed by the unique world within his brain, Leylin vaguely sensed the presence of other energies combined with his abilities. Yes, there were more energies hidden in the pitch-black darkness.
If I'm not mistaken, they represented arcane magic and frost.
Was this his potential?
Ice, fire, and arcane, the Triple-Specialized Mage Leylin!
Taking a deep breath, Leylin also sensed the magical energy in the air around him.
"You're right, Rhonin, the magical energy around me is indeed very rich!"