The dean rushed to the psychic testing zone, his pupils dilating when he looked at his psychic teacher on the ground behind the machine, gasping for air.
"Kristof, what's wrong? Are you in pain? What is it all about? Did Elliana do something to you?" The dean crouched down, worried about one of his best teachers.
Kristof gripped his own neck, his fingernails almost clawing his skin to ease the pain he was feeling, starting to draw the blood.
"Quickly, call Madonna. Ask a couple of teachers to come here too. Also-" The dean closed his eyes.
He didn't know what the matter was and if Elliana was really at fault here. The last time when he had tried to touch her soul to check her grade, her powers had just gazed into his eyes and he had gone through that kind of excruciating pain.
Thus, stopping Elliana's battle and eliminating her would be unfair to the girl.
"Sir?" The secretary asked, snapping the dean out of his thoughts.
