The beam, however, disappeared before it ever made contact with the prince.
It broke apart into motes of harmless light, scattering like fireflies before bouncing across the air and brushing against the prince's face.
The illusion collapsed in a shimmer, and the boy himself dropped to his knees, his entire body trembling with the sudden shock of what he thought was death.
The whole class gasped in unison.
Azel only rolled his eyes.
Of course. The man was still the kind to pull expensive pranks like this.
Professor Drake floated lazily above them, smirking as though he had just performed the greatest comedy routine of the century.
'I can't wait for the day one of their parents beats this guy into a bloody pulp,' Azel thought with a sigh.
"That is a spell," Drake finally announced, his voice booming across the lecture hall.
He paced in the air, hands behind his back like a smug general.
