The sterile classroom thrummed with a charged intensity, its smooth stone walls etched with spiraling runes that pulsed with a faint glow, casting intricate shadows across the gleaming tables. Alchemical tools, vials of shimmering liquid, crystal conduits humming softly, and rune-etched scalpels glinted under dim mana-infused lights, their presence a stark reminder of the Study of Genetic Alchemy's relentless demand for precision. The air carried a sharp, metallic scent of reagents, tinged with an herbal undertone, blending with the low hum of mana vibrating through the floor.