Professor Faye's sharp intake of breath drew every eye in the room.
The glow of her diagnostic spell had already faded from Noah's chest, but her hand hovered in the air as if uncertain whether to continue.
"Your mana…" she began slowly, her brows knitting together. "It's… moving irregularly."
A ripple of murmurs spread through the class.
Noah stood still, deciding not to speak. If there was anything wrong, she'd tell him herself.
Faye withdrew her hand, then frowned and summoned the light again.
The golden glow sprang to life between her fingers, and this time, she supplemented it with a more complicated spell formation, casting the added spell.
The spell wrapped around Noah like a fine mist.
He felt it prick at his skin, cool and searching.
Faye's eyes flicked from one invisible pattern to another, the reflection of the spell's light dancing across her glasses.
