Professor Chrome stood at the front of the classroom, his kind features softening the stern white of his beard. Perched on his nose were glasses that glinted faintly in the dim light, while his usual white robe flowed around him, giving him an almost ethereal presence.
Damon watched him through the shadows cast in the room, his perception allowing him to see the gentle aura the man exuded.
Chrome's demeanor was a rarity among the professors. Unlike the others, who openly looked down on Damon for being the weakest student, Chrome had always treated him with respect. To Damon, this was made even more remarkable by the fact that Chrome, like him, was a commoner.
The professor began the class by recounting the discussion from the previous session. He spoke of philosophies and theories, praising the students' engagement and intellectual curiosity.
