The sterile classroom thrummed with a charged intensity, its smooth stone walls etched with spiraling runes that pulsed vibrantly, 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.