In ten minutes, Reinhart and the students were already packed up and on the move, heading towards the rendezvous point Lian had communicated to him through her memories.
Some of the students were still dragging their feet like they were just learning how to walk, and some were rubbing their eyes begging sleep to jump out of them, but none dared to complain—not with Reinhart at the front.
After absorbing the island’s layout, Reinhart knew the zones where mana beasts clustered. Stronger ones occupied specific hotspots, while lesser creatures were scattered more freely across the island.
So he chose a middle path, strategically weaving around the known danger zones while still pushing forward. Occasionally, a faint pulse of mana radiated from him like a slow breath. It was controlled enou
