The classroom held its breath as the air shimmered with residual energy from Lira's sudden outburst. Every student sat frozen, eyes wide, whispers caught in throats. Even the teacher, who had acted swiftly to contain the fire, remained tense, waiting for the arrival of the authority who could explain what had just occurred.
A soft ripple of wind announced him before he even stepped fully into the room. Grandmaster Elion appeared in the doorway, his long cloak flowing slightly, staff in hand, eyes calm but piercing as they swept across the room. He paused for a heartbeat, taking in the lingering heat, the scattered papers, and the students' tense postures.
His gaze lingered on Maelin for a moment, sharp and assessing, and she met it with a steady nod, a mixture of relief and apprehension in her expression. Then, turning his attention to the rest of the class, his voice cut clearly and firmly through the silence.
