An Old Face

He stepped up on to the platform and immediately the mana moved. He was on a completely different level than myself. The mana flowed, I had to meticulously shovel the mana alone, but he moved it like water.

It flowed from my arms, legs and head and settled in my stomach. Not only did he move it, he condensed it, he forced it into a sphere the size of my fist, a black and purple pulsating mass was in my stomach. I had returned to normal, no claws, armor, razors or height.

"Done..." He did not wait for a response he stepped down immediately.

Though something rubbed me the wrong way.

"What's the purpose of my core if the mana is manifested like this compared to the rest that only gets converted when needed?" It was confusing.

"It's the nature, the rest are elemental type cores, this is a spirit type core, its use is for changing your body for an advantage, not to cast magic." The A.I's response was unsatisfactory.