"Bloody fucking hell!" Jon swore angrily. His dragon familiar threw him a sour look after being woken up by the loud swearing. After hours of trying every single branch of magic he knew in his chambers, he was left with a very unsatisfactory conclusion. First, he no longer had his gigantic reserves or control of magic from his original body. Second, magic simply didn't work outside of his body. The ambient magic of the world was incredibly volatile, and as soon as a magical spell construct appeared in the air, it would get twisted and simply fade away.