With a flick of his fingers, complex symbols appeared on the board—a dizzying array of magical equations and theoretical constructs that would challenge even the most advanced students.
The formula expanded across the entire surface, glowing with an ethereal light.
"This is a theoretical formula for spell compression at the ninth magnitude. Even Master Theorists struggle with its complexities."
His eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as he turned to Julian.
"Solve it, Mr. Uzziel, if your 'special admission' means anything at all."
The lecture hall fell into a hushed silence. Several students exchanged uncomfortable glances, while others leaned forward with morbid curiosity. Even those who found Corvus's methods distasteful couldn't help but watch the spectacle unfold.
Julian studied the formula with his expression betraying nothing, there wasn't anything he'd do to disapprove this professor in front of him right now.