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The Archaic Dragon Mage

Wyatt was alone in the world. When the rifts opened the world was thrown into chaos. Archaic mages came through those rifts, and war after war followed. The last war had ended when Wyatt was just a baby, but he had still lost his eye to it. The empty socket, and loss of depth perception made him an easy target. Wyatt being an orphan meant that no one back him up when he did get targeted. Wyatt was used to fighting for himself, and the draft was going to force him into military academy. He had no genetic markers to become an ability user so he had already accepted the fact that he would probably die during his two years required military rotation after the academy. It was just a fact of life. Non ability users were just cannon fodder, and archaic abilities were highly restricted. Wyatt didn't think anything off it. That is until he found a marble in an old rift area. A marble that would change everything.

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We left the city quietly sometime around five or six in the afternoon. We veered off the path into the woods. I gave off a low level of bloodlust to scare off anything daring enough to attack us. It wasn't one hundred percent effective since some of the larger more dangerous beasts would actually be attracted to the level of bloodlust I was putting out. Some of them would think of it as a challenge for their territory.

If any were actually stupid enough to attack me then they were going to die. I could use the XP. Granted the only reason I even wanted the XP was so I could get the level bonuses that came with. The system no longer gave me quests so it wasn't all that surprising that I had kind of lost interest in looking at my status daily. Now wasn't the time to think about it.

The system did continue to help me with some things I didn't quite understand how to do on my own. Such as purifying my core. I simply didn't have the concentration to focus on purifying my core for such a long time. Just focusing on my core to the point that I could see it took my full concentration. That was even with a split mind that was capable of human level logic, and comprehension.

It took half my mind just to see my core, and the other to actually purify it without damaging it. I was actually kind of surprised that the system could purify my core. It was slower then me doing it myself, but it carried a similar level of risk as doing it myself. Purifying my core was incredibly risky for me as it was. It had a forty percent risk of death if I did it myself, and a forty-five percent risk of death when I let the system handle it.

I guess death wasn't exact. It had a forty-five percent chance of damaging my core beyond repair or shattering it entirely. Core damage would mean that casting magic would forever cause me pain, and risk damaging my core further. The chance of core damage was maybe ten percent out of that forty-five. Making the chance of death around thirty-five percent.

Although the system had assured me that it would be safer for the others once I did it. My core could be used as a template to stabilize the others. Reducing the risk of death for all of the others. Plus I was sure that there would be a power boost that came with a purified core. The impurities in my core impaired my mana flow to an extent.

Letty's core was what gave me the idea in the first place. His core was completely pure, but he also didn't gather mana from the world. He was cut off from the mana flow of the world. All mana he possessed was amplified, and purified from the blood he drank. I'd seen him do it enough times that I'd studied the process thoroughly.

The power he created from the small amount of mana he started with was no joke. I didn't understand the why removing the impurities allowed him to amplify the mana so much. A small part of me was worried that I'd become cut off from the world if I purified my core, but our two cores were so different in their fundamental design that I was probably just worrying about nothing.

"Show me this duplicate you can make," Sekka's voice cut through my line of thought.

I really should be focusing on what I'm doing. Now wasn't the time to ponder the way the world worked. I had plenty of time to do that while Sekka was sleeping. I set to work on creating a duplicate. I didn't worry about the amount of mana it cost since I could just reabsorb the mana the duplicate didn't use.

The duplicate started as a ball of solid mana in my hand at first. Growing to the size of my human form in just a few minutes. Then taking shape slowly. Taking on the appearance, and feel of flesh as clothing was formed around the body. The whole process of making the body took me around forty minutes.

The appearance of life was what took up the last ten minutes. Half of my consciousness moved over to the double. When I was done I was staring at a copy of myself. A perfect copy. The copy turned to Sekka, and smirked.

The copy was a hundred percent aware it was a copy, but it had my secondary consciousness within so it moved, and acted as if it were just as alive as I was. A splash of divine energy was all it took for this copy to look, and feel completely alive even to the magical senses. Sekka examined this copy seriously for nearly two hours. Touching the skin, and examining it with his magical senses repeatedly. He even asked me to strip us both down to our underwear just to see how alive this copy looked on it's entire body.

"This only took you an hour to cast?" he asked after a good long while.

"I narrowed it down to an hour," I shrugged, "The first time it took me most of a day."

"How did you figure out you could do this?" he sat down on a log across from me.

"I observed Letty," double spoke, "He creates doubles all the time. It took me forever to figure out the mana flow of how he did it, and how I could replicate it."

"How long is forever?" Sekka snapped his eyes to the double.

"Nine months," I spoke this time.

"You do know how impossible that sounds right?" he snapped at me.

"I did it so obviously it's not impossible," I shrugged.

"It takes three years for a high elf to learn how to create a double with a teacher guiding them," Sekka shouted at me.