"So you're saying I died to your mist because I have a lage amount of mana?"
"Yes and no, your mana reserves are much much larger than mine, the mist is just an extension of my mana. The most is formed by the excess mana I can't keep inside of me."
"You see Harry, beings that have large amount of mana are constantly generating mana inside their body, but most body can only hold a set amount of mana. So the being needs to find a way to expel or use up that excess mana."
"What happens if you don't expell."
Harry asked the being.
"Well, take a barrel, now fill it with water, let's say its now full, but keep filling it, seat it tight so the water wouldn't leak out. Reinforce the barrel so tiny cracks won't appear, and keep filling, at one point the barrel will stretch so much that it will-"
The being points to Harry, waiting for Harry to finish.
"Explode."
The being clapped his paws.
"Bravo! Good job on not being an absolute idiot. Your question at was idiotic anyways."
Harry's eye lids twitched.
"The black mist around me if formed by my excess mana, and I am in this cat from because using a temporary shapeshifting spell causes mana to maintain it."
Harry nodded his head in understanding.
"But wait, if I have more mana than you then why don't I have a mist like yours around my body."
Harry asked.
"Because you see Harry, you are a special case."
Harry looked confused.
"Special case? Explain."
"I will, now listen. There are a select lucky few whose mana reserves can grow endlessly. No matter how mana their body generates, their mana capacity will just keep increasing along with it. You are one of those people."
"Is that part of the Lucky jackpot that you kept mentioning?"
The being shook his head.
"No, not at all, the lucky jackpot isn't really that lucky of a jackpot. One random mortal would be chosen and they will be given power and so much mana that their body would explode!"
"So, I didn't explode because of me being one of those special cases?"
The being nodded his head.
"Yes, the mana forcely given to your body is enough to blow up the universe and more!"
"Oh, thats pretty cool....But wait-"
Harry was now confused, if he has that much mana then why was he so fragile.
"If I have that much mana, why am I do weak? You were clearly unaffected by the black hole, but I was, even the zombies beat my ass, you even killed me with a slap. Why is that?"
The being's arm stretched, resting on Harry's right shoulder as the being looked into Harry's eyes.
"What's the point of having a nuke if you don't know how to use it? What's the point of having that much mana but not knowing how to use it properly?"
"Hmmmm, makes sense. But that still doesn't explain why your mist killed me if it wasn't supposed to have an effect and me."
"The answe is really simple Harry, it's because my mana is organised, formal, in order, efficient, controlled and perfected, while yours is..."
The being looks at Harry's mana, the being's eyes immediately explodes along with his head into a bloody mist.
The black mist converged on the missing part of the being's cat head as a new head was immediately reformed.
"Yours is chaotic, so chaotic that merely gazing at is enough to blow my head to bits."
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