"You saw me?"
The words sent a shiver down her spine as a cloaked figure, clad entirely in black, stepped into view.
He was neither a student nor a member of the Ocryphia Academy staff—of that, Ludivine was certain. His presence was oppressive and didn't seem human. Her instincts screamed in alarm: this man was no ordinary intruder. He was possessed. The sinister aura of dark mana coiled around him like a living thing was quite a giveaway.
"I'm impressed. You noticed me?" The man said. His eyes flicked briefly to Ivan. Despite the concealment spell he'd woven, Ivan's gaze tracked him with quite the precision, as though he could see straight through the illusion.
Ivan didn't bother to answer.
The man chuckled before shifting his focus to his true target: Ludivine Richmont.
"Who are you?" Ludivine asked wariy as she tightened her grip on her bow.