"Did you just create the ethereal center of power?" Noah almost shouted while asking that question.
"It wasn't too hard," King Elbas scoffed. "I only had to take a bit of mental energy, shatter my flames into weaker fuels, and mix everything to create a stable form. I might have used replicas of my flesh stored a few centuries ago, a metal filled with my curiosity meant for other experiments, a piece of the centipede to add a bit of rank 9 aura, a bit of p-."
"I get it," Noah interrupted King Elbas when he felt that the list wouldn't stop anytime soon. "Do you know why it doesn't work?"
"I built this in less than a day," King Elbas snorted. "I can count thousands of flaws just by reviewing it. I think the main issue is the lack of higher energy in its fabric. It can't express the entirety of myself without it."
"Why didn't you add higher energy then?" Noah asked while crouching to study the almost invisible golden glow.
