"Kaah!" A scream akin to scratching metal against metal rang through the hallway as a fierce wind blew toward Yoze and Suzanne. Without hesitation, they both used a movement technique they were familiar with to narrowly dodge this fierce wind.
"Whoosh!"
Immediately, the gust of wind heavily slammed into the wooden wall where Yoze had previously stood, exposing a young male servant who was quivering in fear. The young male servant's uniform was ruined as his dark blue uniform, freshly ironed this morning, was soaked in blood and wood dust. It was unknown whether it was his own blood or the blood in the air quickly forming into a blood fog.
Even though the blood had yet to sink deeply into the fabric, the young man had already decided to throw it away. He didn't want to be reminded of the absolute terror he was feeling.
