Adam arched a brow, watching Haldris wave his hand. Without warning, the soft soil of the plain and the verdant blades of grass that had swayed against his pants vanished, replaced by hard stone. Wind ruffled his sky-blue hair, bringing with it the chill of morning, the sweet scent of the garden, and a deep sense of shock when he locked onto a massive stone table.
The clouds were closer. So was the sun. Around him, several dozen students gasped as they, too, found themselves on the hovering platform, teleported without even feeling it. An icy shudder ran down his spine.
Impossible.
Even if Haldris could conceal his mana, he should have felt space bend. And yet, not a single petal trembled in the harmonious garden underneath. Was the rector a spatial expert on par with the late void emperor, or did he use another element?
