Vell screamed out in pain, his body like molten fire, sending him to his knees. His vision blurred as he tried to focus on the figure, which now watched him with an unsettling mix of curiosity and malice. The orb's energy felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside, each pulse resonating with the three mana cores within him.
'what is this. corrupted mana?'
[yes but its more pure, more evil which makes it a lot denser and stronger. This might be where you die.....master.]
'Fuck that, if its mana then it means it can be absorbed, which also means i have a chance.'
[....I am afraid your body might break down if you attempt that.]
'Why do you sound so against me?'
[....I don't know.]
'then shut up and let me concentrate.'
The figure just stood there watching with calculating eyes.
(Interesting. Your body resists well. Most humans would have turned to ash by now.)