"You are not a mage."
"Really?" Are you guys sure about that?"
The words did not vanish when Lucavion finished speaking.
They settled over the lecture hall with the weight of a challenge, slipping between the descending rows and coming to rest on every notation crystal, every half-raised hand and every face turned toward him. For a moment, no one seemed willing to decide whether he had answered the accusation or merely mocked it.
A few students exchanged uncertain glances. Others frowned, searching his expression for the hesitation that should have followed such a claim. There was none. Lucavion stood in the center of their attention with the same faint amusement, as though the question had been asked in earnest and his answer should have been sufficient.
The silence stretched.
