You're Not Cassidy

I followed the rules.

Yes, she certainly did and she had done so in the most cruelest and explosive way. Professor Zander sat on the ground with her colleague lying atop her, bleeding and almost white like the dead. Meanwhile, the blood had stained the platform and continued to flow outwards.

As Kalliope's freezing cold eyes met with Zander's shaken blue eyes, the wind blew slightly from behind the professor's back. It was not known whether it was the leftover wind from Kalliope's spell or merely the nature trying to shake Zander awake by sending chill down her spine.

In any case, Zander snapped out of her reverie as she felt the hair on her body stood on its end under the grueling tension Kalliope had brought upon her. She felt suffocated by the overpowering aura that seemed to imprison her yet remained invisible as though it was merely her brain tricking her. Yet, she couldn't shake the fear that continued to grip at her heart.