Jim felt many eyes falling upon him, but he simply ignored them all. He started to have a path for his future, a path where he would be the ace and gain the admiration, envy, and respect from everyone here.
"And now let me speak a little about this balance," Mark walked towards the white board where a black writing started to appear with fire eating its edges like it was eating the board itself.
"Starting from such balance made every single one who practiced magic crave to taste it again. Unfortunately no one ever achieved perfection, and from this… this score was created after many years of trials and observation."
Jim and other disciples watched the dark letters with red fairy edges staying on the surface of the board while Mark pointed to them as he loudly said:
