The morning light streamed faintly through the curtains. Zane was hovering cross-legged in the air above his bed, eyes closed, his breathing steady. His body glowed faintly as if wrapped in invisible energy.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. A calm glint passed through them as he muttered,
"Meditation in a while … feels quite good."
With a wave of his hand, he descended smoothly onto the floor.
"Now… let's go."
He freshened up, adjusted his coat, and with a flick of his fingers, disappeared from the room—heading straight to take his class.
Zane entered the classroom, his presence instantly drawing every pair of eyes.
"Good morning, Professor Creed!" the class greeted in unison, their voices carrying a mix of respect and nervous energy.
Zane gave a small nod, his sharp gaze sweeping across them.
"Let's go to the practice ground."
A low murmur rippled through the room.
"Again? Is he gonna make us do something crazy like the first class?" one student whispered.
