A Trap in the Mark

This one's senses were sharp enough.

Ronan was quite surprised. Aside from those Extraordinary Species, Madam Harold was the only person who had clearly become wary of the Demon Rune's methods.

The Demon Rune was indeed there. It crawled through the depths of mental space, using its unimaginable methods to string together nonexistent "spider silk" deep within Madam Harold's mind. The whole process had gone smoothly enough, and Madam Harold's vigilance could not truly affect it.

"Good as long as it went smoothly... That's enough for tonight."

Ronan rolled his neck, relaxing inwardly. He could not be bothered with the shouting from the rooftop outside. Those people had merely been test subjects for his study of the Ronan Ruler. Now that he had a better target, why waste any more time and energy?

He sent the Demon Rune a signal, telling it to return to the Cloud Top World as soon as possible. Without the Demon Rune there, certain actions that crossed the Space-Time Barrier became rather troublesome.

The Demon Rune had always responded promptly. The Dark Heavy Chains forged by Format Theory were the most stable channel and control valve. Yet this time, the Demon Rune's movements were somewhat sluggish, and its attention seemed to have shifted.

Ronan immediately noticed the subtle change.

At this moment, the Demon Rune's focus was no longer Madam Harold. Instead, it had shifted to another room, where Yin Le sat in a daze.

Ronan found it strange. The Demon Rune had always been picky. Though it was skilled at using the Emotional Turbid Current, it rarely took an interest in the current itself. Yin Le's mental barrier had already collapsed, and the road to rebuilding it was nowhere in sight. She should no longer have possessed any trait capable of attracting the Demon