"The test would be used for placement of teams, as you have already been told. So it is in your best interest you perform to your utmost capabilities," Professor Nathan announced after wrapping up his three-hour theory session on vampire weaknesses and the behavioral patterns of beast races—werewolves, nymphs, and the occasional dragon shifter that wandered into academy grounds.
Ding
Dong
The brass bell mounted above the lecture hall's entrance rang out its familiar tune, echoing off the stone walls and high vaulted ceiling. Professor Nathan slammed his leather-bound textbook shut with a satisfying thud and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"Head for Paragon Hall," he said simply, gathering his papers with the casual indifference.
The reaction was immediate. Every face in the room went pale, and the comfortable chatter died like someone had sucked all the air out of the space.
"Of fucking course, why not just kill me?" someone muttered from the back row.
