Draven stood before the large magical whiteboard, his sharp eyes scanning the room filled with eager young faces. His very presence commanded authority, an aura that silenced the smallest of murmurs. The children sat with their eyes glued to him, each of them waiting for his words. Amberine and Maris stood at the back, observing the scene with mixed expressions of curiosity and disbelief.
"Mana circulation," Draven began, his tone clipped and precise, "is the cornerstone of all magical practices. Without mastery over the flow of mana, none of the advanced spells you wish to learn will be possible." His gaze swept across the children, as though daring any of them to falter. There was not a single wavering look; the children seemed captivated, almost entranced by his words.
Amberine leaned toward Maris, her brow furrowed. "Isn't this too advanced for them?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
