After the Paired Evaluation wrapped up, the Academy returned to its usual rhythm. Classes resumed, though the hum of anticipation for mid-terms lingered in the air. Mid-terms would mark the official close of our first semester at Mythos Academy, and by that point, I realized, it would have been three and a half months since I arrived in this world.
Time was moving fast, and I wasn't sure if I was catching up or falling behind.
During one of our theory classes, Professor Nero deviated from the standard curriculum, which was saying something, considering he was already a man prone to detours. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed, and surveyed us with the kind of look that promised to either enlighten or confuse everyone in the room.
"How developed do you think the current human power system is?" Nero asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.
A few students exchanged uncertain glances. Rachel, ever the proactive one, raised her hand. "What do you mean, Professor?"
