Cassandra's hand moved away from Eve's forehead as she turned to face the senior figure projected before her.
Her face still maintained that performative perfect smile, but her eyes were cold and piercing.
"What do you mean by 'something's not right', Senior Selena?"
The Witch's voice sounded relaxed, as if she were just engaging in routine academic exchange.
But Ron noticed that her left hand had unconsciously clenched into a fist.
"I mean..."
Selena slowly walked towards Cassandra, with each step her aura grew sharper.
The previously innocent-looking young face now carried a chilling focus.
"Deep within your soul, something is slowly altering your essence. It's not the usual traces left by wizard cultivation, but rather..."
She stopped three steps away from Cassandra, her silver-blue eyes cutting like blades:
"Something foreign, alien, devouring your original personality."
The words dropped like a boulder into a tranquil lake, causing massive ripples.
