Freya's gaze dropped to the small rune clasped in her palm.
The thing weighed almost nothing – no wider than her thumb and carved from polished obsidian with faint etchings across the surface. When she poured mana into it, it turned into a thin sheet that could be attached onto any hard surface.
"So you want me to slip this onto the statue?"
"Yes."
She looked up at Ronan. "While everyone's focused on the nodes?"
"Correct."
Her thumb traced the rune's edge. "And you believe I can reach the base without being noticed?"
Ronan tilted his head. "Class S will arrive first. Grace already moved the camp near the statue's northern location. You'll be close enough before Class B, Class A, or anyone else arrives."
Freya stiffened.
She'd suspected Grace's base placement was strategic – too intentional to dismiss – but hearing confirmation from Ronan made it worse somehow. He spoke as though Grace's decisions were already written.
"And you think Iris will be vulnerable."
