Levi already knew that the Taxman could siphon almost anything possessing potentially taxable properties.
Speed, strength, energy... even conceptual effects weren't safe from him as long as he could establish contact.
Just thinking about the possibilities was enough to make Levi understand how disgusting such an Aspect could become.
CLICK!
Before he could ponder any further, the Taxman lifted his briefcase and opened it slightly.
Nothing could be seen inside besides absolute darkness.
"Mandatory Taxation Arts: Withholding."
BOOOOM!
The thunderstorm swallowed the Taxman immediately as green lightning bolts descended one after another... they hammered the same area with enough force to shatter the weakened ground and send chunks of debris flying everywhere!
Yet, Levi's senses never left the Taxman.
'Hmmm?'
His brows rose slightly as he noticed dozens of faint spiritual threads extending from the thunderstorm toward the small opening of the briefcase.
