"Ah, proactive? I like it." Teacher Diane's lips curved. "Everything in this college is study material. Take the curse afflicting you. It's dark magic—something very few get to learn, even among teachers." She clapped her hands, her words as much for him as for the silent students. "Tell us your idea for dispelling it."
Adam's eyes lingered on the other students. They now glared at him as if he would speak blasphemy. For a moment, he remained silent, amused by how their hands tightened around the corners of their desks. Then he nodded at Diane.
"The key should lie in how the body recognises its new form as its original," he started, tucking his fingers around his chin. "First, let me explain how I see the curse. It has two parts: chains and locks. The chains transform, while the locks prevent modifications. To reach the chains, I'd have to destroy the locks. But how?"
Diane leaned forward, smile sharpening. "I'm sure you've thought about it. Go on."
