Reima continues to try meditate for a couple days afterwards, before finally becoming calm enough to enter a meditative trance. He senses all the things around him via their magical signature, his physical senses slowly stop, allowing him to truly experience his magic. He examines his soul first to check for any abnormalities, this turned out to be a wise choice as he sees three different powers somehow not interfering with each other. There is a Fiery Dark Red one that's most definitely Chaos, a gooey writhing pure black one which resembles the abyss, most likely humanity. The last one is a dull purple and dark grey, probably death? All these sit separately within his now much larger soul, it's different from previous inspections, now it resembles Gwyn's soul as it's glowing a bright gold and resembles a strong flame. He can see small tints of Turquoise helping to separate the different powers, this is probably his Elder Blood trying to adapt and endure the multiple conflicting energies. It's well suited to this as it's own attributes of s.p.a.ce and Time allow it to easily prevent them from ever interacting, this however also means that he'll find it almost impossible to utilise these together.

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As there is nothing he can do soul wise he looks at his body and immediately finds where his current problem is originating from. Were it not fro his already magical body courtesy of his Elder Blood he'd likely not be able to take the extreme amount of energy flowing through him constantly. He watches as Mana turns into a specific attribute before dissipating into the surroundings. With Reima's current Mana regeneration and reserves his most powerful role would definitely have to be Mage, while his physical attributes are also considerably strong they just don't hold a candle to the amount of destruction he's currently capable of producing. He attempts to stop the energy from dissipating and almost causes himself to explode at his haphazard attempt... The problem is if he doesn't find a way to regulate the excess magic then it'll either escape on it's own or tear itself out of his own body.

He mentally sighs as he doesn't currently have control of his physical mouth, he looks down in thought but notices a black line connecting his soul to something else? He follows it and finds that it leads to the Staff of Ma.n.u.s... "Yo, if this like a bleach thing? I don't really want some dude speaking to me constantly" he thinks to himself. He continues to examine it and decides to Will it to disappear, the structure of it seem to collapse onto itself a it collapses into a black gooey puddle, it's apparently sentient as Reima senses it start to crawl towards his body before vanis.h.i.+ng into his shadow... "What kind of dog s.h.i.+t is this?!" he finally recovers from his trance and exclaims.

Reima looking back and touches his shadow, finding nothing... He wills the staff to appear and black tendrils extend out of the darkness before twirling around each other and forming into the familiar Staff/Axe hybrid. The thing that this most reminds him off is the Venom symbiote from Spiderman, if this thing is similar he's prepared to throw it into a volcano. Either way, it's currently not dangerous to him and also drastically increases his spell's strength. "He'd be a fool to reject a deal like this!", as the late great Billy May's would say. He sits back down and retrieves a metal cup and attempts to pour water into it via his Folded s.p.a.ce, it immediately boils away causing him to frown. "If I can't drink water then whisky'll have to do!" he says as he fills the cup up with the now boiling brown liquid. The alcohol has even started to burn causing the top layer to set fire, Reima quickly downs the drink before any more can evaporate. The bitter feelings matches his current mood, his only contact until he can restrain his aura would be Solaire, while he is great company he'd been hoping to touch Priscilla's tail already... It seems dreams will remain dreams for now.

He sits back into meditation and goes through many different ideas to restrain the rampaging energies, most of them taken from fictional media, anime, manga, novels. If they described something usable then he'd try it. After an hour with a couple exploded limbs and an implosion that destroyed one lung he takes another break as this situation will take an extremely long time to resolve. No point rus.h.i.+ng to his death, right?