The classroom hummed with anticipation as students shuffled in, each carrying the weight of the Second Year Opener Exams.
I sat at my usual spot by the window, arms folded and posture relaxed.
The soft murmur of conversations drifted around me, but I paid them no mind.
My thoughts wandered back to the past few weeks.
I had tried to study—truly, I had.
But every time I opened a textbook or reviewed my notes, I realized something baffling.
There was little to nothing that required my effort.
Everything seemed... too easy.
Every formula, historical date, and magical theory felt as if they were etched into my brain.
"What the fuck… what kind of monster was the original Noah?"
I thought for the hundredth time.
It wasn't just the ease of understanding—it was the speed.
I'd skim through pages and absorb their contents almost instinctively.
It was both a blessing and a curse.
