"What's taking so long?" Trenton boomed. The impatient mage flicked his hand and the entrance's door unfolded itself back to its original size in the doorway.
Lance lifted his head, sighed, and floated down to Trenton, who sat down on the runic floor, closed his eyes, and crossed his legs. Mana emanated from his every pore, traveled down his body, and spread like a wave of white light through the rune. A transparent, domed barrier formed around Lance and Doevm. The ice chains melted away, leaving a beaten, unconscious form, just shy of suffering from frostbite.
'I must have looked like this when I first enrolled,' Lance thought as he rolled up his green sleeves. His obsidian bracelet flew off his arm, fused with the jar's lid, and unscrewed it. Clouds of centuries-old dust made Lance's eyes water.
"Was that jar too tough for you, Mr. Hypocrite?" Trenton's taunting voice, even though it was muffled by the barrier, grated against Lance's ears.
That's the last chapter for the week. I have some writing to do. I might have to go down to four chapters a week because finals are right around the corner (i'll have to look and see). After, however, I'll be free for an entire month. I can get so much stuff done. Hopefully you guys are seeing what could become of this arc, like the amazing guesses and predictions I saw commented on the last chapter. And to those few, doubtful individuals who hate academy arcs and think that I'm just throwing this academy in as an obstacle, I wish we could be in the same room when I beat you over the head with the best arc I have ever written in this series. Period.