Chapter 163: Rest and Future Plans...
The heavy steel vault doors located three floors beneath Bastion Six groaned under their own immense weight.
SHUDDER!
The thick metallic slabs slid apart as the biometric locks finally accepted the bloody data-drive. The Captain stepped through the threshold, his boots clicking softly against the polished granite floor.
The air inside the subterranean room was stale and heavy, completely untouched by the carnage that had taken place in the plaza above.
The cavernous space was illuminated by the soft, ambient glow of thousands of low-tier magic cores stacked in neat crystalline pyramids.
Beyond them sat towering pallets of gold bullion, crates of Vanguard-issue heavy munitions, and velvet-lined cases displaying high-end luxury items.
Traitor or not, Cassian Stillbane had amassed a fortune that could rival the treasury of a small nation.
