End Of Semester (XXXIII)

It was finally exam day.

The atmosphere in the academy was different—quieter, heavier. Everyone was either rushing to their assigned rooms or standing around, muttering last-minute revisions under their breath.

I had a total of four exams, based on the classes I had chosen:

Magic Theory.

Spellcraft Fundamentals.

Complex Circuits & Mathematics.

Combat Magic Tactics.

According to the schedule I received, my first exam was Complex Circuits & Mathematics, held in Class Z-21.

Great.

The only problem?

This academy was too damn big.

Seriously.

Whoever designed it must've had a personal grudge against students trying to be on time.

I navigated through endless hallways, up two flights of stairs, down another corridor, and past at least three different classrooms that all looked the same.

By the time I finally reached Z-21, I was already regretting my life choices.