Mana Theory [2]

The teacher arrived.

'...The fuck?'

Who was none other than their headmistress.

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Everyone straightened in their seats as she stepped onto the platform with a light tap of her heels.

'What is she doing here?'

Akamir wondered, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the woman.

She was tall, with skin like polished bronze.

A floor-length black coat hugged her form.

Her black hair was bound in a sharp ponytail, and her cold golden eyes swept across the room like she was measuring their worth one breath at a time.

"I know you're confused," Zavan said, placing her books down. "As to why the hell I am in this class."

She leaned against the table, looking directly at Zaina, who sat in the front bench.

"Long story short, I wanted to see the potential of the new students."

She quickly looked away. "Alright, welcome to the Basics of Mana class."