Leon's POV
The whole academy hall felt like it was drowning in groans, sighs, and half-awake mutterings that buzzed low in the air.
It was like a swarm of invisible flies that nobody had the energy to swat away this early in the morning.
It wasn't exactly surprising, though. The professor standing at the front could bore even the most dedicated student into a state of half-conscious misery. His voice droned on and it was flat and heavy, as if every word weighed a ton and dragged everyone's eyelids down with it.
And it had barely even started.
Yet, almost everyone around me was already fighting to stay awake with their heads bobbing, mouths stretching into wide, helpless yawns.
Some were rubbing their eyes raw, while others gave up entirely, staring blankly at nothing.
But then… something felt off.
Like an undercurrent beneath the boring tide of the lecture.
