After the black-clad figures gradually left, the Raven toyed with the communication device made to resemble a small tree branch in his hand.
This thing wasn't a mechanical creation but was made through Spiritual Arts.
As long as it's crushed, the black-clad figures will immediately receive the message, breaking the surveillance imagery over the entire forest. Conversely, if the black-clad figures crush theirs, his branch will also break, signaling a message.
By that time.
This forest will become a true killing ground.
"Though I can't fully trust his words, staying here means certain death anyway, so why not risk it all?"
The Raven's eyes shone with keen light.
He was a very life-loving person.
If there was no chance of success, he would never waste his life's final moments being used by others.
That's why, in previous years, students entering the forest for evaluations never encountered life-threatening dangers.
Each minding their own business.
Not only that.
