I glanced down at myself.
The air around me shimmered, thick with unstable energy. Golden tendrils of power coiled tightly around my body, swirling like miniature whirlwinds. The hum of it buzzed in my ears—low, crackling, and wild—like something barely held in check.
This wasn't just magic.
It felt like a storm waiting to break loose.
Is this… really magic?
I couldn't help but wonder, staring at the radiant cyclone wrapped around me.
It was nothing like I had imagined.
When I turned toward Professor Alice Draken, her sharp eyes were already fixed on me. She looked dead serious, her gaze locked on the chaotic aura spiraling off me.
"Professor," I asked, unsure, "is this magic?"
She tilted her head slightly, expression unreadable. "Yes… and no."
What the hell did that mean?
I blinked, confused.
Noticing my expression, she let out a long, weary sigh.
