Onver sat on the bed, his body fully healed. The white-haired and wrinkled skin on his face turned into a normally healthy grin. Some cores were still left behind, but his focus was not on them; instead, he pondered.
He recollected his condition when he cast Maya's spell.
One by one, he identified the problem and succession of spells. The initial activation of the skill was perfect, like the dome of the barrier that he had successfully cast.
Then came the second part: illusions, which was also an easy feat. He used them to fill the dome with an abundant amount of mana.
The problem started when he began converting energy into a genuine mass, a genuine entity, a genuine figure.
The more and more he converted, the strain on his body increased. His eyes, hands, and limbs started to feel weak, as if they didn't have any life.