Michael felt a mix of pain and dread as the professor gripped his scalp. It was like he was no more than an insignificant ant who could be crushed on a whim.
He couldn't use his minds eye to inspect inside of his body, but he could feel that the professor was probing him with his will. It felt invasive, as if every part of him was exposed for this man to view at his leisure.
If the man had any ill intentions, it would be simple for him to enact them.
"Oho? Your soul is quite resilient," Professor Stark said, his voice filled with praise.
A moment later, Michael fell to the floor, gasping for air. It seemed that the professor had finished with his evaluation and had relinquished his hold on him.
"Birthright rings, three orange,"
"Potential…" he stated, turning to those behind the desk. "Late stage Arcanist mage."
