The next morning arrived with little grace.
Ruvian strolled down the stone pathway that ran through the academy's southern wing, his strides steady but his mind anything but settled.
The sun shone brightly, and the sky was clear. However, none of that could compensate for the ordeal he had just faced.
He grumbled softly to himself.
"So, now they do want to teach us."
After days filled with silence, disregard, and barely concealed disdain, a lecturer had finally arrived to address their so-called "mandatory" core subject.
The instructor didn't even take the time to introduce himself properly.
He simply walked into the classroom, dropped a pile of dusty texts onto the desk, and began speaking.
The class focused on the Foundations of Mana and Magical Theory, which initially seemed promising, until the instructor spent two hours reciting concepts that could have easily been summarized in ten minutes.
