The lecture hall falls silent as Nix strides in, each step exuding authority. He pauses at the front, picks up a piece of chalk, and writes his name on the board in sharp, precise strokes.

"I'm Professor Nix," he declares, his voice a cold, cutting edge that sends a chill through the room. "You've all made a grave mistake if you thought my lessons would be easy. I assure you, I will see each of you suffer for your ambition."

He turns, golden eyes glinting with a sinister spark as he scans the room, seeming to savor the fear etched on each student's face. "Now," he continues, his tone laced with a dangerous calm, "who here can give me an example of blood magic?"

Silence. No one dares move. His gaze sweeps over the students until it settles on you. His lips curl into a slight, mocking smile, and he strides over, his eyes locked onto yours with a look of cruel amusement.

"Perhaps you," he murmurs, leaning down just enough that you feel the weight of his presence. "Do you have an answer?"