Michael watched as the three students were slowly lifted into the air, their limbs flailing helplessly. No matter how they screamed or struggled, they couldn't resist the pull of the headmaster's magic.
Chaos rippled through the crowd. Confusion spread like wildfire. No one understood what was happening.
"It seems your families take our humble Academy too lightly," Bartholomew said, his voice calm and composed.
Yet despite the tranquil tone, Michael could feel mana swirling through the air like a violent maelstrom. It pressed against his body, pinning him in place. He had the terrifying sense that if he so much as moved an inch, he would be pulverized on the spot.
It was impossible to reconcile the horror he felt with the headmaster's cordial demeanor. But one thing became abundantly clear—this man was powerful. Far beyond what Michael could comprehend.
