"Haha! Should we evaluate Professor Edel Ty against this one?" one alchemist joked. "No, no, don't glare at me, Professor Edel Ty I'm teasing."
"What do you say, Professor?" another chimed in. "Your teaching must be excellent! For your students to recreate, even surpass, your own potion… surely it's proof of your brilliance."
The irony was sharp. Professor Edel Ty had always bragged about her disciples, exaggerating their skills whenever she had the chance. Now she was being cornered by her own reputation.
Her eyes glimmered with cold rage, but she said nothing.
Mors felt disgrace clawing at his throat. His jaw tightened, his teeth ground together, veins bulging on his neck. He wanted to tear me apart. But under so many approving gazes, he could do nothing.
"…Kael Vi-rel. Clara Winslet. Silva. Nad." He forced the words out, each syllable heavy as lead. "Passed."
The announcement reverberated through the lab, both a declaration and a surrender.
