“Alright, first things first, there’s no way we’re repairing this to its original state.”Kalisa manifested an illusion in her hands, showing a translucent diagram of Eri’s shattered Core. Unlike the perfect sphere it was once, the magical reactor was now a mangled, diseased-looking object that made Eri uncomfortable to look at.“I’ve identified four major pieces and twenty-seven minor shards scattered across your spiritual system. All of these came from your Core,” the Foxkin explained. “While partial repairs of damaged Cores are possible, something like this is far beyond anyone’s ability to salvage, save for the Goddess herself. The pieces are showing signs of accelerated decay as well. If I had to guess, it’s due to the demonic arts you used when you overloaded it.”“So it’s still breaking down,” Eri grimaced. “Soon, I won’t even be able to manipulate mana anymore.”“Yep. All that hard-earned magical energy you have accumulated over the past several years is about to disappear if we don’t do something soon,” Kalisa affirmed cheerfully.“Additionally, without your Core, any ongoing damage done to your body is far more severe,” Deyara added. “You had suffered multiple organ failures over the past few days. I managed to patch them up, but it’s only a temporary measure.”“You couldn’t fix it?” Eri asked, confused. “While I agree that having a rupture Core makes my body less sturdy, someone of your skill should still have no issue addressing any biological—”“It’s the White Hunger Plague,” Deyara said bluntly. “You have been infected with the Third Demon King’s curse.”Eri stared at (...)