Prince Findir of The Northern Wind (9)
"Incredible. Your ancestors are absolutely incredible. How were you able to withstand miasma as mere mortals long enough to pass down the genes of a species that could develop its own core? You're right… you don't have mana. You don't have a mana heart, but a heart made completely of miasma."
The Heart of Miasma bumping in my chest slowed down in accordance with the panels. For a split second, it was trying to make its presence known to the world even if it meant sacrificing me, but thankfully everything worked out perfectly in the end.
"Now, we must shed the impurities. This is especially an important process for you since Miasma has so much more impurities than mana that could cause your core to shatter. Actually, we should probably stabilize it first," The demon lord started talking to me but devolved into a muttering mess as he smiled at this new discovery.
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