The surroundings were eerily silent, with the only resonating sounds being the thunderclouds rolling across the firmament.
"Everyone, let's head inside. It's not safe to stay out at a time like this," Patriarch Rylan said, his voice calm yet his stern expression glistening with sweat. His steps quickened as he approached the mansion, disappearing inside.
One by one, they all took a deep breath and nodded silently, their faces soaked with sweat and marked with horror as they shuffled weakly back into the mansion. The sensation of fear still lingered in their bodies, overwhelming and inescapable.
Isadora couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably as she cast one last look skyward in the direction where the thunderstorms were rolling and from where the oppressive, dreadful aura had emanated.
She swiftly walked into the mansion, the door closing behind them.
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