Magic Cores.
The source of a person's power, their magic and potential, but even with all this power and variation in those small orbs, one could still fail.
Size.
Shape.
Colour.
Countless variations exist across the billions of lifeforms relying on cores.
From the small goblins with little room for growth to the celestial beings that can crush a galaxy with a wave of their hand.
Leonhardt, as a created existence, lacked a true core before this; his core was a makeshift creation built on the genius of his creator and, technically, his mother. The youngest human archmage to take the mantle.
Because of this, the more he grew, the harder it became to maintain his existence and life.
The short lifespan was because of his cracked core.
So the moment he swallowed a core of a creature that, if known to humanity or even the demons, might stir terror in their very souls.
His existence reached a critical impasse.
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"Leonhardt, are you awake?"
