Chapter 185: Spirit Contract [1]
Shoosh..
The heavy oak door at the front of the room clicked open.
The chatter died instantly.
Evelyn Whitehound strode in.
She wore a pristine white instructor's uniform today, trimmed with gold braid, a stark contrast to her usual severe black.
Her platinum hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk.
Her presence commanded the room instantly, silencing even the most whispered conversations.
"Welcome back, students," she said, her voice smooth, carrying to the back row without effort. She stopped behind the podium, her storm-grey eyes scanning us, dissecting us.
"I trust your break was productive. Judging by the shifts in your mana signatures… some of you have been very busy indeed."
Her gaze lingered on me for a fraction of a second longer than the others, a knowing, amused glint in her eyes.
