Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Chapter 721 721 Imbalance

Chapter 721 721 Imbalance

??Seconds later, thirty Rank Two witches broke through to Rank Three using the feedback from the Pentacles breakthrough, and hundreds of Rank One witches collapsed with moans of pleasure as their minds were overwhelmed by the sensation of being fed an incredible amount of mana by Wolfe.

Their auras surged, then contracted, reforming into Rank Two states, and Wolfe smiled as he petted Nimue's leafy hair.

This was a new ability of the Servant Bond. He could send them mana before, but it was never at this level, and it normally took concentration, so he let them pull on their own. Now that he had learned the trick, pushing the mana to them was much more effective, as the power needed to advance a Rank One witch from awakening to Rank Two was less than one percent of what it took to go from Rank Four to Rank Five.

He could do that casually now, it was just a matter of if their bodies could handle it and make good use of it. But with the tempered nature of the mana after an advancement, that was already altered by the auras of the Witches in the Pentacle, their bodies accepted it naturally, without the resistance and time needed to use the raw mana that Wolfe could produce.

It was simply brilliant. He had learned a new super technique, the ability to cause low levelled witches to advance on demand.

The Fae Prince looked around at the chaos in the town, confused as to what Wolfe was doing.

"Is he trying to shut down the city for the day? The Faeries are in stimulation overload, and the Dryads are nearly catatonic with joy, the demons are all going nuts, and there isn't a single functional witch anywhere in town, they're all out of it." The old man mumbled.

An equally ancient Demon, one of the Ancient Race from Queen Elizabeth's Kingdom, the Demons who looked nearly human except for their cloven hooves and curled horns, patted him on the back in a friendly manner.

"How about we take care of things for him today? The witches all advanced at once, and that is a huge cause for celebration. Even if this wasn't a festival, they would need help to get anything done." The demon's wheezing voice suggested.

"I suppose that we should. When did you get here, old man? I thought that you had retired to the Feral lands to live like an animal." The Elf asked.

"Says the man who likes to run around naked and chuck spears at people from trees like a primitive." The old Demon retorted.

The Elf Prince shook his head. "That was forty-three hundred years ago, and I was five, barely a toddler."

The old demon smiled. "I did retire to the Feral lands, to the Sea of Lost Souls, in particular. It's quite relaxing, but not as primitive as you might think. My villa overlooks the main portal to the human world that the crusaders come from, preventing them from entering in large numbers. But they've got some interesting developments as well, it's like a bad dating show, where all the contestants are either drunk or autistic, but nobody knows which one the other is."

The Elf gave him a strange look. "I fail to see how that is entertaining."

"Do you go to the Light and Dark Mingles? Where the open-

minded Fae gather to see if their destined partner is from the other faction? It's like that, the humans don't understand anything at all about each other, and they second guess their instincts, but sometimes they just let it all out and go have sex in a corner."

The Elf laughed at the memories. Once upon a time, before the state of affairs between the two species had become so bad, they had held such dating events between the Fae and the Demons. That had given rise to an entire Demon Kingdom, but those days were long gone now, unlikely to return.

For a while, the two were silent, as the Witches recovered from the advancements and the sense of overwhelming power faded from beneath them. It was an idyllic scene, with everyone happy and relaxed, but if this Primordial Demon King was here, then it wasn't destined to last.

"What really brought you here. The Magi is entertaining, but he's still Rank Six. That's not enough to pull you from your home." The Prince asked.

"The balance is broken. The barriers between the planes are going to collapse when this world regains its power, and I want to see how they react when they realize it." The Demons replied with a shrug.

The Fae did a double take. "Excuse me? Tell me I didn't hear that right."

The retired Demon King shook his long black hair over one shoulder and began to casually braid it.

"You heard it right. The power from this world that was sucked out by the formation of the other Realms has been pulled back. The energy level fell too low, and the barrier separating this world collapsed for lack of power. Honestly, it's been coming for a century now, and someone should have fixed it a long time ago, but I guess they all forgot."

"And why didn't you mention it until now?" The Fae Prince asked, unsure what would happen if the barriers separating the mortal worlds dissipated.

It wouldn't directly affect Faerie, which was part of the Upper Plane, or the Demon Realms, which were lower planes, but the mortal worlds in the middle had all sorts of humanoids, monsters and even unaligned Fae and Demons on them. If they could step from one world to another with a simple magical spell, there was no possible outcome but genocide and disaster.

Both the Fae and the Demons had plenty of vested interest in those worlds' stability, and zero interest in allowing them to band together to attack their homes.

"Is it too late to refresh the barrier? I can feel that it hasn't collapsed completely. If we isolate this world again, it should be fine." The Fae Prince offered.

The Demon looked up at the sun peeking out from behind the clouds.

"It's far too late for that. The power is already here, just waiting for the planet to absorb it. But who knows, maybe it will all be fine. How long has it been since anyone deliberately opened an interstellar portal? They probably don't even know how to do it anymore."