The wood
The body, with sunken cheeks and lossless skin that looks as if hanging airless elastic balloon, the genuine white-haired texture of the surface of hair adds to the surreal image.
This is Onver's current condition; his vision is blurry, breathing shallow, hand trembling, and body shivering.
Thud, he fell on the ground…
His sight disoriented, and thoughts messy, he struggled to make sense of what happened to him.
It didn't take too much time for him to figure it out.
When he started to convert his mana into fuel and base material for the new phantom so they could become real, his mana quickly depleted. The manifesting started to consume it hungrily, like air trapped in a vacuum.
That's not the end...
The more he converted, the more strain felt on his body . Ignoring it as a minor side effect, he focused on the task at hand and continued his work.
He was engrossed in his learning to the point he didn't even realise he was ageing.