The was a silence that followed after seraphim's final words were almost suffocating.
Some of the 10 students of Class S sat frozen in their seats, while some of them were wide-eyed with awe. The faint hum of mana still lingered in the air, a ghostly resonance left behind by the runes she casted.
Seraphim started to move again. She then turned, her long amethyst hair catching the light, and with a flick of her wrist conjured a slender rod of pure mana on her hand.
It wasn't an attack spell or anything like that, it was too delicate, too ephemeral. Rather, it looked more like a conductor's baton, faintly glowing with violet energy.
"Well words alone are just nothing," she muttered. "You all heard my king lecture, but having knowledge without actual experience is worthless. To be able to use mana effectively, you must gurst be able to feel it."
