An identification number was engraved on the back.
Ian raised the Token, examining it carefully in the moonlight.
The number sequence was old, belonging to the family's internally supported "Dark Department" roster.
He traced the edge of the number with his fingertip, feeling a faint fluctuation of Magic Power.
The fluctuation's frequency was unusual, like some kind of "Cancellation Mark."
'A deactivated serial number, then.'
Ian muttered to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Someone had exploited a loophole in the family's internal authority to deploy Death Warriors who should have been "dead" or "retired."
This way, even if the mission failed, the source could not be traced.
Because these people, according to family records, no longer existed.
'They act fast, and they're willing to pay the price. Level Two Wizards don't grow on trees.'
Losing even one would be a painful blow.
He put away the Token and stood up.
