The candles flickered on a moment before the doors to the Chamber of the Guardian opened, allowing Axiann to enter the room, its walls aligned with books and tomes. He walked right up to the raised dais and stood in the center of the circle.
Raising his outstretched arms, his palms open, he reached out with his magical abilities and connected with the mana crystals that provided power to the room and connected it to the rest of the Tower, the city, and the Violet Citadel itself.
He inhaled sharply as he came into contact with the power: syphoned directly from a ley-line beneath the city of Dalaran, the energy was filtered and purified within the complex of the Citadel and distributed to the network of mana crystals all over the city. Within the Tower of the Guardians, Axiann had used that energy to empowered the wards and enchantments that kept their headquarters safe.
Waving his hands and fingers in intricate patterns, he began to trace symbols in the air around himself. As he did, more appeared, sporadically at first, but eventually forming a complete picture: a visualization of the Tower’s wards. Satisfied, he relaxed a bit, and began to inspect the individual symbols, each a component of the spellwork involved.
One by one, he began to spot symbols that were weaker, more faded, than the rest. With intent and focus, he would redirect power to that symbol and recharge it, causing it to return to full brightness.
One by one, he fed the spell the energy it needed, and he could sense the wards growing more powerful around him. As if the walls were stronger, the lights, brighter, and the floor a little more solid.
*Satisfied with the morning’s work, he released his connection with the energy and the mana crystals and let the symbols return to their passive, invisible state. True, he had done a task more suited to a Guardian, but he enjoyed doing this sort of work from time to time. It kept him grounded. *
Now, to replenish his own energy, he required coffee.