Aldric, who was in his seat, glared. His eyes, which had been on Yuki, followed her gaze. To me. The look, which was hostile and raw, was the look of a man who had lost control and was looking for someone to blame.
I ignored him. The gaze, which did not acknowledge his existence, was a dismissal. The insult, which was not spoken but implied, was a provocation. His jaw, which clenched, was a tell.
I reached the podium. The board, which was clean, was waiting. The chalk, which was in the tray, was picked up. I wrote.
The runes, which appeared on the board, were not the same as yesterday's. The symbols, which were angular and complex, were advanced. The combinations, which were layered, were the kind that appeared in research papers, not textbooks.
"Today," I said, my voice calm and clear, "we will discuss the relationship between rune inversion and dimensional anchoring. Yesterday, I introduced the concept. Today, we will explore the mechanics."
