Alden closed his eyes again—this time, not to rest, but to rise.
Forming the light core would be far more dangerous than forming the first.
Not because he lacked the skill—but because his body already had a fully functional core.
In this world, all mana cores were formed in the dantian. Many had attempted to form a second one.
The results?
Their bodies exploded.
Some even tried forming a core in other organs—the brain, the heart, the lungs—thinking they'd found a workaround.
None lived to try again. They all died gruesome deaths.
The human body, once attuned to a single element, rejected all others like a virus.
And Alden's situation? It was worse than most.
His current core was of Shadow—mana that naturally repelled Light.
To others, what he was doing would be classified under one word: suicide.
And maybe they were right.
Even the tiniest misstep might cripple him—or worse, it would kill him before he even realised what went wrong.
