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... pells or dueling blades—it was now a place of true fear: the written exam.
Hundreds of desks stretched across the polished stone floor, scrolls laid open with ink pots beside them like little black puddles of doom. Students from the Royal, Aetherion, and Verdant classes were mixed together, tension high and eye contact minimal.
Zen sat quietly in the middle row, feather pen motionless in hand. To his right sat Arisella, pristine and poised, her wind magic forming a tiny breeze to ...
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