First stop: the production plant. Death awaits.
I left one man alive. The shock of his comrades' sudden death had rendered him speechless, unable to comprehend what had happened. He simply followed along quietly as Phantom led him away, carrying a bundle of counterfeit bills as evidence. As long as the city guards weren't complete idiots, they'd take him in for questioning.
Next, I headed for the vault. Time to see what kind of traps they'd set up.
I could sense the flow of magic. Not physical traps—these were the work of spells or enchanted devices.
Transforming was on my to-do list, so I figured now was as good a time as any. I didn't shapeshift in the traditional sense, but instead, I wrapped myself in a thin layer of mana crystals. It left small gaps for breathing, but other than that, it was durable enough to withstand a slash from most weapons.
