"Y...Young Master...! Ahhh!"
"W-What did we do to deserve this, Young Master!? N-No, please—!!"
Two more shrill screams rang out as liters of blood splattered across the Gold and the Treasury Room.
Horror engulfed the wills of many as they fled in the same direction that Harlow was heading in. Like previous times, the only ones who stayed behind were the stone-faced Yennefer, the murderous Cela, and the hesitant Yara.
Luckily for them, this was the correct choice to make, for the Earth Dragons targeted the ones closest to the exit first. Cries and blood-curdling screams bounced off the walls for a few seconds before... coming to a complete stop.
*Thud, Thud, Thud!*
But with the slow, booming steps of the Earth Dragons serving as a grim reminder of impending doom, terror ran rampant inside of Yara. The hand she used to hold onto Yennefer's robes shakily tightened, her terrified voice coming out accompanied by tremors:
