Kael was starting to move away from the scene, his eyes still blazing with a contained rage. The professor's body, deformed and unable to move, lay on the ground, blood splattered and the air heavy with tension. But he didn't have time to enjoy the feeling of relief that came after the release of his fury, as the surrounding crowd began to disperse with curious looks, whispers and murmurs. The pressure was mounting.
"Shit," Kael muttered, not even looking at the crowd, but hearing the echoes of his own anger reverberating in the air. He felt a presence behind him, someone older, but he could no longer afford to ignore what was coming next. The feeling of being watched was unmistakable.
