Most applicants gravitated towards the shelves containing B and C rank spells, their choices driven by practicality and the ticking clock. William, however, craved a challenge. He wasn't interested in simply passing; he wanted to excel, to push his limits and prove his worth. A-rank spells, the domain of seasoned mages, beckoned him.
"What spells are you planning to learn?" Altair asked, his brow furrowed as he scanned the titles.
"Not sure yet," William replied, his eyes gleaming with determination, "but I do know I'm going to master an A-rank spell."
Altair's jaw dropped. "Bro, I know you're talented, maybe even a genius, but are you sure?" he sputtered. "It's not that I doubt your ability, but we only have a month! Time is our enemy."
