Madam Rizenne was struggling to support her weight. Her arms trembled, almost failing to prop her body. She was now on all fours. Her right leg dragged forward, seeking to curl up and land her foot on the floor, struggling to even move.
Finally, with great effort, her right leg landed. Now free after obtaining support from the leg, she pulled out the spindle lodged in her left hand. She panted hoarsely, heaving deep, but ragged breaths. Sweat covered her body, drenching her clothes. She looked weak, on the verge of collapsing.
Some students directly jumped onto the stage, planning to rush to her rescue. They were confused as to how Madam Rizenne had fallen to such a state, unable to comprehend the situation. But they all knew one thing; the bodies of Espers were as weak as regular humans. They were prone to mortal danger with the slightest of injury.
