Noan smiled. "Good. I understand now."
He stood and equipped every piece of gear the System had rewarded him with.
The SS-rank equipment instantly transformed into whatever attire he desired, perfectly fitting and unbelievably comfortable.
A crown of light hovered above his head, while a golden robe flowed around him — intricate runes of ancient magic shimmered across its surface in a faint violet glow.
Most striking of all, a thin veil of gray mist surrounded his entire body, making it impossible for anyone to clearly see his face.
Closing his eyes, Noan focused on the anchors he had established, a faint smile forming on his lips.
The anchors in the Rank B and C zones were tied to Jankos — and the energy required to teleport there wasn't much.
The one in the Rank A zone was linked to Lylia. Though it demanded far more resources, it was still within his means.
