Her normally pristine and focused mind felt clouded, weighed down by the mounting pressure of Draven's mid-term exam. She stared at the screen, the harsh light illuminating her tired features. For the first time in a long while, Elara felt… lost. A creeping frustration clawed at her, a foreign sensation for someone who had always excelled with ease.
"Just one more question," she muttered to herself, though the weight of it was almost unbearable. Her fingers drummed restlessly against the edge of her desk as she tried to focus. She could feel the stress building, the exhaustion from days of intense study pressing down on her chest.
This wasn't just any exam—it was Draven's exam, and that carried a gravity all its own. His tests were infamous for pushing students beyond their limits, forcing them to confront their weaknesses head-on. Elara had always managed to rise above, but this time… this time felt different.
