[Rosalin's POV]
Rosalin stared at the white-haired woman who stepped forth from the mist with an almost regal grace. Her deep blue eyes held nothing but cold terror.
And those very eyes were fixed on her, staring unblinkingly into her golden-amber eyes.
"Calyra…"
Rosalin barely managed to whisper.
Instinctively, Freya, Talon, and Arrin drew their weapons and backed away.
Their expressions grew rigid, their faces turning deathly pale.
'Why… why the hell would Lady Calyra be here?'
Sensing the tension spreading through her squad, Rosalin slowly raised a hand, signaling them to stand down.
"It's alright."
Her voice was calm, almost unnaturally so.
"It's only the third day. The academy rules are still in effect. So eliminating another player is prohibited, and Lady Calyra has never been one to disregard the rules for something so trivial."
Only then did she let out a slow breath.
"So lower your weapons."
Rosalin looked at Calyra again.
"Am I right, Calyra?"
