The sudden snap of Professor Galahad's fingers echoed like a spark of thunder.
In an instant, the classroom dissolved. The air around the students shimmered and warped, the wooden floors fading into soil, desks vanishing into bursts of golden light. A rush of cold wind hit them before their surroundings fully formed—the familiar open training grounds under a wide blue sky.
Grass swayed in the morning breeze, and the distant treeline hummed softly with birdsong. The smell of earth replaced the scent of parchment and ink.
And then—
Thud!
"Aww... that hurt..." Dila groaned, landing squarely on the ground, her staff slightly tilting to the side. She blinked twice in disbelief, still processing the sudden teleportation. Dirt clung to the hem of her uniform as she rubbed her back and muttered softly, "I can't believe this time... i landed like this unprepared lost in thoughts... haaays!!"
Beside her, a shadow stretched forward.
