Charlotte Alaric sighed dramatically, slumping against the plush chair in her office. The ceiling-high digital interface in front of her displayed the top-tier research papers from the Senior Conference, the supposed best of the best.
And yet.
"Boringggg," she drawled, tossing a conjured ball of light into the air, watching it spin lazily before vanishing into a wisp of energy.
Her emerald-green eyes flicked from one paper to the next, each carrying prestigious names and impressive technicalities—but zero true excitement.
"Derivation of the Seventh Circle and its Theoretical Expansion."
Yawn.
"Stabilization of Advanced Multi-Elemental Convergences."
Didn't someone submit that last year?
"High-Efficiency Spatial Displacement in Combat Environments."
She wrote a better version of that when she was eighteen.
She stretched her arms, already half-ready to call it quits. The only reason she was even reading these was because her secretary insisted.
