"The way a tracking array works in Aetheris doesn't depend on physical wires or lines," Professor Eleanor's clear voice echoed off the walls of the lecture hall. "It depends on the natural shape and energy of the land itself."
The room was a mix of old and new. Rows of heavy oak desks faced a big chalkboard that covered the whole front wall. Magic lights hummed quietly along the ceiling, giving off a steady glow.
Eleanor, a beautiful elf teacher in flowing silk robes, kept her back to the class. Her slim fingers held a piece of white chalk, drawing fine lines across the black stone to show a complex mana-flow picture.
Scribble. Scribble. Scri—
A strange, low whistling sound suddenly came from the very back of the room. It was steady, and it did not care about the seriousness of the lesson.
Snap.
