Findlay let out a long breath as the magic crystal was completely deprived of all its energy and crumbled away in flakes of now useless material. The flakes weren't even pretty to look at, a dull grey colour filled with imperfections.
"Well?" Frost asked gingerly, his fingers were crossed as he hoped his hypothesis was correct because if it wasn't he'd truly be stumped.
Findlay repeatedly opened and closed his fist, sensing any changes in his body no matter how minute.
"There's definitely an additional stream of energy within my body. it's small and inert but it's there." Findlay could feel this foreign energy settling down in his body, different from the mana he naturally absorbed while present within the dungeon. With time he'd likely be able to meld this stream into his flesh, organs, blood and even his mana veins, gradually saturating them to the point that he'd be forced to either explode or evolve, with latter obviously being the aim in such an endeavour.
