Sylric leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand through his already disheveled hair as he let out a slow yawn. His posture was loose, almost lazy, but his voice remained sharp.
"Right… let's talk about affinity utilization," he mumbled, flipping idly through a stack of papers.
"You've all seen enough today to know magic isn't just about throwing fireballs or swinging a weapon harder."
He barely glanced up as he continued.
"Take Cassian, for example. Crystals and…stuff, right?" He waved a hand vaguely, as if the topic bored him. "You think you saw him using his affinity? Realistically, that was just a taste. You can't really tell unless you've seen it up close—and even then, it's like watching a snail crawl. Slow, but it gets where it's going."
A student raised an eyebrow as she lifted her hand. "You mean he was holding back?"
