Michael watched on as these students were slowly lifted into the air, struggling. But no matter how much they screamed or fought against it, they could not resist the pull of the headmasters magic.
The room was brought into disarray, not knowing what was going on.
"It seems your families think light of our humble Academy," Bartholomew said sounding calm and composed.
However, Michael could feel the mana surging around him like a swirling maelstrom, rooting him in place. He felt like if he moved even an inch, he would be reduced to nothing but meat paste.
It was difficult to explain the horror he felt from this seemingly amiable person, but it reinforced something inside of him. This man was strong—to the point where he could not fathom it.
"Since this is meant to be a joyous occasion, I will spare your lives today," the man stated, his tone even, not revealing any emotion. Then, with a wave of his hand, the space around these three young teens shimmered and they disappeared.
