For the remainder of the day, Everything seemed releatively normal. At least as normal as one could get after murdering their former best friend on the Life and Death Duel Arena surrounded by a massive crowd.
He could feel the heated stares from his peers as he sat in his class diligently taking notes in his Introduction to Magic course. Every glance felt like a judgment, a silent accusation that he could not escape. The chalk squeaked across the board as the instructor outlined basic elemental theory, but the words seemed distant, almost irrelevant. His hand moved automatically, scratching down symbols and diagrams he barely registered.
Occasionally, a whisper floated across the room, low enough that only a few caught it, but it carried the weight of curiosity and suspicion. He could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. Even the walls of the classroom seemed to press in, as though the building itself disapproved of what had happened in the arena.
