Ronan ran through the smoke with the node pressed tightly against his side.
The stealth skill still covered his presence completely. No mana leaked from his body. No sound escaped his footsteps beyond the chaos already flooding the clearing behind him.
Ronan knew this from the entrance exam, but it was really solidified by what he'd just done.
Ronan looked down at the node in his hand.
But this is a problem.
The moment it had been ripped from the statue, and Ronan held it in his hand, it let out a distinct mana signature.
Anyone with half the skill required to get into the Academy would be able to sense it.
Ronan's expression tightened slightly.
That explained the sudden shift behind him.
Class S had stopped scattering.
He could hear it now through the smoke.
They were chasing him. They weren't close, but they were closing in for sure.
This body didn't have stamina to outrun all those class S students.
Ronan changed direction immediately.
