As soon as Azel finished ticking those four boxes, the paper on his desk dissolved into motes of light.
The faint shimmer reformed into four separate booklets, their covers thick as though freshly printed.
The words that were on the paper gave off magic, like the whole thing was printed with magic.
Azel leaned back slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips.
'So this is the difference between a magic exam and a college exam…'
Back in his old world, papers were lifeless sheets of ink and pulp.
Here, the paper itself seemed alive, very much so. He had a feeling that it was to prevent malpractice..
Around him, the room had grown fuller.
Other examinees began trickling in, many of them ragged from the elimination bracket outside.
Some had torn sleeves, scuffed boots, or bruises lining their arms.
He even saw one with burned hair
Astralis Academy, however, didn't so much as blink at their state.
Until you became their student, you were just another outsider.
