A class period vanished in the blink of an eye.
Outside the classroom, on the corridor laid with black and white checkerboard marble that shone brilliantly, golden particles drifted leisurely in the air.
With the deep tolling of bells resonating above the central buildings of Saint Kray Temple, signaling the end of Lanci's lectures for the day.
Even so, no student left the classroom, and some who were thirsty for knowledge gathered in front of the podium, asking him questions.
It wasn't until much later, after the students with questions had formed a preliminary understanding and dispersed from him, that he quietly closed his notes and carefully placed the weighty ancient tome on the teak podium. He then offered a friendly and sincere smile to the students below and bid them farewell before striding out of the classroom.
Approaching noon, the interior of Elliot Building buzzed with noise and bustled with activity.