The Regional Reserve did not exist on any physical map. It was a magical vault, a bank stationed entirely outside the standard parameters of space and time.
To access it, one did not simply walk through a door. One had to exploit a mathematical tear in the financial fabric of the universe.
Standing in the damp and rusted safehouse of the Margin, Arthur held out the glowing access crystal he had pickpocketed from Gildas.
Cassia placed her hands over his. Her Stardusk magic hummed with a sharp and illicit frequency.
Vane stood behind them. His massive broadsword rested on his shoulder. He looked thoroughly uncomfortable with the sheer amount of cosmic felonies they were currently committing.
"Twist the frequency," Cassia murmured. Her silver eyes reflected the pulsing light of the crystal. "Match it to the baseline of the Deficit Zone and then invert it."
