By the time I reach the tenth floor, my mana core isn't contracting anymore, only growing.
I have to sit down and hold my breath, allowing myself a chance to process all the energy.
My aura is so thick, I can feel it moving my organs.
It feels like my insides are caught in a tornado.
'You can't go on like this'.
'You are in pain'.
The voices all whisper in unison.
Instead of responding, I use mana for the first time.
I make the shape of a thin circular ring around my mana core with my energy.
Usually, I would need time to turn energy into mass, but the ring forms faster than I expected.
The sudden movement of my mana makes the aura slow, allowing the world's energy a chance to rush into my body.
I nearly gasp as the voices suddenly get louder and my nose bleeds dark cerebral fluid.
I have to keep my mana cores still and condensed.
I am just changing the shape and hopefully, the way my aura flows.
