The silence stretched in the wake of Nolan's confused glance.
He scanned the room once more, trying to understand why every student was so paralyzed.
Their eyes darted to the door, wide and anxious.
Their bodies remained frozen, half-sitting, half-standing, breaths shallow, as if a ghost had passed through the room and not a simple courier.
Nolan frowned. Is this really that big of a deal? He had just received a normal delivery—well, suddenly, he would feel the air around him freeze.
He was thinking, maybe—just maybe
… it's normal for him. It was from Earth, after all. But to these students? To people who lived in a world ruled by magic, spiritual beasts, and ancient traditions?
He sighed. Of course. Of course they'd react this way.
One of the students, Thomas, finally spoke, voice cracking under the tension. "T-Teacher Nolan… what was that black thing that came from outside the door? And how did it vanish like that? It looked like... a wraith."
