Nolan's fingers tapped rhythmically against his desk, his grin sly, the kind of grin that warned of incoming chaos.
With a single, offhanded flick of his wrist, the lights dimmed.
The windows blacked out with a shimmer of mana seals.
The temperature dropped, just slightly, just enough to raise goosebumps.
A low hum filled the air, distant and strange, like the buzz of an engine that didn't quite belong in this world.
"Relax," he said, almost too softly. "Just a car ride. You've been here before."
Before the students could respond, the world shifted around them.
They were no longer in the classroom. The magic of Nolan's illusion spell engulfed them in its totality—sights, sounds, temperature, even smell.
A rusty car door creaked open.
They were sitting in a vehicle from another age, its interior musty, leather cracked, the dashboard barely clinging to its shape.
