The moment the alarm blared through the vault, Ronan moved. Not with hesitation, not with a moment's pause to consider alternatives—just pure, unfiltered brute force and instinct. His fingers flexed, digits clenching and energy sparking around his hands as he prepared to, I assume, blast the threat into silence.
"Ronan, stop," I hissed, grabbing his wrist before he could blast the source of the noise.
He looked at me, expression blank but eyes sharp with focus. "Disabling the alarm."
"With force?"
"It would have silenced the alarm. It was the most efficient way to put an end to our detection"
"Yeah, no. You blowing the thing up would just make things worse. And in case you forgot, you just ripped through a wraithborn like it was an inconvenient cobweb not that long ago. If we let them piece two and two together and get 'Oh shit, the ruins of this vault look a lot like that last incident' you could bring down the entire academy on us, students, professors, and security alike."
