{Elira}
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By the time lunch was over, my stomach felt as heavy as stone — not because of the piece of dark chocolate I swallowed, but because of what lay ahead.
'The Power Channelling class.'
I walked to the large training hall, guided by the map on my smartwatch, my steps slow, heart sinking with every corridor I passed.
I had stopped for another bathroom break, hence the reason Cambria and the others left ahead, on my wish.
And I was glad they didn't ask any questions.
By the time I reached the open double doors, I could already hear voices echoing inside — low chatter of students in matching uniforms, some laughing lightly, others quiet in their corners.
Inside, the hall smelled faintly of polished wood and old herbs. Rows of floor mats were spread out in neat lines.
At the far end, standing tall and confident, was the professor — a woman in her early forties, silver threads streaking through her dark hair, her posture exuding calm authority.
