While my friends and I were running across the courtyard, I felt a subtle but nonetheless change in the atmosphere. Breathing a lungful of air, I almost choked on the warmth. My throat felt parched and dry, and as I licked my lips, I felt that they were cracked.
"L…look!"
Rossetti was pointing frantically. I glanced around and saw that the grass in the academy garden was shriveling as they were unable to retain whatever moisture was left in the air.
"My skin feels dry too…" Rossetti murmured as she rubbed at her face.
"This…this is…" Kufa gulped. "At this rate…the whole of Saint Teresa Academy will be destroyed!'
"…yeah." As much as I wanted to grumble about him making hyperbolic statements, I knew that he wasn't exaggerating. The sheer power that Teresa Taylor was emanating right now was suffocating us, almost as if a tidal ocean had swept across the school to drown every single one of us in her wrath.
