Internet Mage Professor

Nolan stood there, in the center of the classroom, eyes still slightly wide, lips barely curled into an awkward half-smile. He rubbed the back of his neck, let out a light cough, and muttered, "Long time no see."

His voice echoed like a lonely wind through a canyon.

The classroom—grand and prestigious with columns of mana-crystal inlays and floating banners of each student’s respective chosen Academy factions—fell into an unbearable silence.

And then came the reaction.

A slow murmur at first. Whispers like leaves rustling in suspicion.

"...Wait."

"...That’s him, right?"

"...No way."

"...It can’t be."

Then it began to swell. A storm building on the horizon.

"Why is he here?!"