Cinnamon Bun

Chapter Five Hundred and Three - Core Weakness

I stared at the core for a long while. I was... hesitating, a little. Everyone kept telling me that breaking a core was wrong. I'd done it before, a couple of times, but that was before I knew that it was considered a bad thing. And since then, I hadn't done it again.

It was... well, doing something wrong when you didn't know it was wrong was still bad, but it wasn't as bad as doing something wrong when you knew it was wrong. Right? That seemed like a reasonable enough way to look at things.

This core, though... well, it was covered in fine cracks, and now that I really looked, was its glow as strong as an actual dungeon's core? Those always filled the rooms they were in with so much raw mana that it was dangerous to stay close to them for more than a few minutes.

I glanced at my status and...

Mana: 165/165

Nothing too unusual there. I wasn't using any mana at the moment, so it was holding at full. I pushed out a bit of Cleaning magic from my skin and shuddered as I felt it wash over me. Was I really that dirty or... or had I just gotten used to being impossibly clean at all times?

I created a small Lightball, and this time it lit up the entire room, better even than Orange's glow could. It revealed ancient cracks on the walls and heaps of dust in the corners. No one had swept this place in... a long while.

I returned my attention to the dungeon core while shifting my hold on Orange.