Chapter 94: War Loans
Ambrose sat across from the Porcupine Knight, idly turning over the twin swords over in his hands, curiosity glinting in his empty eye sockets.
The elves had all been stuffed into his extradimensional space. With a personal pocket where time itself could be halted, there was no need for magic suppression at all—just toss them in and freeze everything. Simple.
There was nothing particularly special about those elves. These two swords, though, were unusual.
At first, Ambrose had assumed they were enchanted specifically to pierce a Mage Shield. He was wrong. The magical runes etched along the blades were highly unusual, so unusual that even Ambrose had never seen their like.
A closer examination revealed the truth: the twin shortswords functioned like magical black holes that were capable of absorbing mana itself.
When they struck a Mage Shield, they would siphon away part of its mana, destabilizing the structure and allowing the blade to punch through.
This was no ordinary "anti-magic" effect. The mana drained from the shield could be channeled directly into the wielder's body.
"Whoever uses weapons like these," Ambrose muttered, "is really in a hurry to die."
Mana was hardly some sort of qi that could be casually transferred from person to person. Someone else's mana was more like poison than power.