Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

The old Elf gave Wolfe a confused look. "There is an unguarded portal to their world, and the Demons aren't making use of it?"

The Demon beside him laughed and pointed at Wolfe, urging him to explain what was so funny.

"I may have sent an army of undead through the portal to ravage one of their cities just before I returned. If I am right, it should still be months before they manage to sort out that mess, and the Portal will not have anyone around it. I propose that we use that Portal and the most powerful Mana Gathering Array that I can manage, and strip the needed mana from another world.

It won't take more than an hour or two, and the side effects should dismiss the Undead, allowing them a peaceful transition to the underworld." Wolfe informed them.

The Prince cocked his head, as if looking at Wolfe from another angle would make him easier to understand.

"Are you certain that you are not the Demon here? Because they seem positively kindhearted and benign in comparison." He finally asked.

"It's just a little thing. They will settle out the imbalance in no time. On the other hand, this world was already too low on mana and powerful magic users, so scraping up a bit more should actually help the ultimate goal of everyone in this room." Wolfe offered.

It would leave an entire nation magically barren, a massive dead zone where nothing lived for years until the mana levels recovered, but Wolfe was technically correct, the levels would even out on their own, and the Fallen were likely to resolve the issue long before that.

They all silently conferred, waiting for someone to outright reject the idea. If it wasn't unanimous, they would try to find another solution. But nobody stepped up to refuse the idea.

"Alright then, we just need a portal opened to the Magic Kingdom's castle, and from there, the other portal is only an hour's flight. Unless one of you can open a portal there directly?" Wolfe asked.

A small woman with bright blue feathers in her jet black hair raised her hand. "I know where it is, and I can piggyback on the location to open a smaller portal from here to there. They won't be able to track it back to us, and they likely couldn't get in with Kind Intentions in place anyhow."

"Perfect, do you need mana?" Wolfe asked.

She shook her head, and a small portal began to form in front of her as she focused.

"There it is. On the other side of that is the home of the Fallen, where you sent the Undead Army." She announced.

Wolfe stepped through, and found himself in a decrepit forest, where the stench of death and decay lingered, with the air stale and corruption eating at everything. There had been a massive battle here against the undead, and if his senses didn't deceive him, the Fallen had lost badly. There were far more undead now than he had sent back, and the concentration of the [Necrosis] spell was corrupting the land around the city.

Inside the city would be much worse, a crude approximation of the Underworld made manifest, but it was bad enough out here.

He quickly got to work on the Mana Gathering Array. The range would be set to remain in this world, but to spread as far as possible, drawing mana from over a thousand kilometres away at a tremendous rate that it would take all of them, including the two Rank Eight representatives, to handle.

Wolfe would guide the spell to create all the coins and tokens, but with everyone else's help, they could get this done and the Array dissolved before anyone came looking for the source of the disturbance.

Once the Array was created, he stepped back through the portal, while the others all covered their noses against the smell.

"What did you do to that world? That is awful." One of the Fae gagged.

"It seems that they mounted a full offensive against the undead and lost. I sent back a small unit, but now there are tens of thousands of them in the city and more roaming the area. It is corrupting everything, but once we are finished here, it should cleanse all of that naturally." Wolfe explained.

That was enough for the Fae to view this as a public service mission. Anything that smelled so awful should not be allowed to continue to exist.

Wolfe extended his hands, and the other Saints and Overlords linked themselves into a circle to begin the mana transfer.

"First, I will create the base mana crystals for the coins. Different densities and colours for the denominations, with slightly different sizes to make them discernible with a touch in the pocket. Then we will begin on the Cubes and finally the boxes of cards." He explained, already building the spell to form four piles of coins.

They could send out some of the cubes with a hefty charge in them, to serve as a bank trust that the city leaders could draw upon as a loan against their production and trade with Forest Grove. It would be easier on him than making even more coins.

The spell was going to fill an entire warehouse, a hundred metres long and wide, and twenty metres tall, with nothing but magical coins.

The mana surged through the portal, so thick it was liquid, and looked almost slushy as the mana began to crystallize from the density forced upon it by the Array.

"That is insane. By the Goddess, I wish we could record this because I have never seen anything like that before." The Fae Prince whispered as they all worked to control the massive amount of mana.

For half an hour, they continued, and then Wolfe paused and shifted to creating the cubes. They didn't need as many, even a hundred of them would be enough for now. One per major merchant group and town. But he would make three hundred, with a hundred of them containing a large amount of mana.

Again, a half hour passed, and Wolfe could feel the imbalance building in the other world.

"I am collapsing the Array now. As soon as it is gone, end the portal spell and wipe all signs of its existence. I really don't want anyone following it here." Wolfe instructed.

"Got it. Trust me, nobody would dare to follow that even if they could." The Demon laughed, shaking the feathers on her head.

The Array collapsed, and the Portal vanished, allowing Wolfe to create an entire plane load of cards with the leftover lingering mana.

"Every cell in my body burns from that mana. If we have to do that again, I'm going to need some sort of ointment, and probably a massage as well." One of the Fae Guardians muttered.

"That's no joke. It felt like someone was dragging sandpaper through my insides. Mana was never intended to be like that. But it's done, and now we have so much mana in this room that I'm afraid that it will do something weird if we don't start moving it around the continent." One of the Demons agreed.