Nyx let the silence stretch, watching the students absorb the information.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she snapped her fingers.
A faint ripple spread through the room—a pulse of mana, unseen but deeply felt.
Some students stiffened, others flinched. Cassian's fingers twitched against his sleeve. Even Luneth's gaze flickered slightly.
Lindarion? He simply narrowed his eyes.
'She's demonstrating something.'
Nyx smiled slightly, the faintest spark of amusement in her green eyes.
"Right now," she said, her voice smooth and effortless, "I'm using Passive Circulation—barely any effort, barely any strain. But even this…"
She shifted slightly, and the faint pulse of mana grew denser, wrapping around her form like an invisible shroud. "Is enough to make you aware of me."
The room was silent.
Then—
The air itself shifted.
Before anyone could react, Nyx vanished.
Lindarion's instincts screamed at him, his body tensing, but before he could track her movements—
