Eleven. I jacked into the first vault terminal tonight and the lock just gave.

I've been pointing at this number since level five, when it was only a story I told myself in the dark.

The terminals up here don't give coins. No crystal, nothing a merchant will touch. They give the thing I actually wanted the whole time. Pristine cipher decks. The rare of the rare.

It doesn't bring the Vitrine any closer. That wall is still a million crystal high, and these vaults don't pay a single one.

I didn't climb up here for the rent.

Let the coins wait. This is the good shelf, and I'm allowed to start filling it.