Amberine, Elara, and Maris trudged out of Draven's lecture hall, their minds swirling with the intense projections they had just witnessed. The sheer power of emotions—controlled and harnessed like weapons—had left them buzzing with new insights, but also thoroughly exhausted. Their sleep-deprived bodies felt the weight of every step, and each of them struggled to stay upright as they shuffled through the quiet hallways of Magic Tower University.
Amberine, rubbing her tired eyes, muttered under her breath. "I swear, if Draven keeps this up, he'll drive us all insane. I can't believe he made us sit through that after the midterm."
Elara, ever stoic, walked beside her with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. "We learned more in that one lecture than in an entire semester. Don't act like you didn't find it useful."
