The class was silent as they stared at the crimson magic circle suspended in the air. A few seconds passed, seeming as if nothing was going to happen—a sign that not enough mana had been fed to the circle.
Michael watched on with bated breath, silently praying that he'd done enough for it to activate. If he were to fail here, his marks for both criteria's would be severely impacted, likely leading to a fail.
They only had one shot, it was now or never.
Thankfully, Charles did not step in and put an end to his exam. In fact, he was perched upon the desk, watching the magic circle with an expectant expression on his face.
In the seats, both Rudy and Melody cast nervous glances towards Michael, their worry evident.
The magic circle shuddered suddenly, seeming like it might collapse. Yet in the next moment, a white mist began to seep out from its center—its cool temperature affecting the surroundings.
