The teacher stared at the board for a good minute; everyone held their breath, waiting for him to speak.
"How? How did you do this?" he asked. As someone who had lived for many years and had also studied a good amount of runes, he knew when something was better than before.
He turned to the table, tore out a piece of paper, and, taking up his quill, drew fluidly, replicating what Raze did while infusing mana into it.
A part of him wished that the structure crumbled and he would be able to call the kid out, but another part of him wished for it to work. The moment he made the last dash, he could already feel the paper absorbing mana from the surroundings.
His eyes widened; he lifted it up, his gaze shaking. "This can't be, it can't," he muttered. He eagerly cast a fireball spell and the talisman absorbed it.
