The treasury
Smoothly slipped through the gaps in the mana particles forming the barrier, disguising himself as though he was radiation itself.
He set foot inside the treasury room with almost no sound.
Ryan's body gathered itself back in but had failed to assemble itself completely, the dust roaming around him as if lost, only his upper body from his abdomen to the top of his head and from his knee down to the tip of his shoes, and only his palms, materialized.
He had figured out an ingenious way of fighting against mana. However, it's still incomplete and needs more improvement.
He looked around, still surrounded by the radiation erasing his existence, his face retaining its color.