The wind moved as if it had a mind of its own, disturbing the hoods of the people within the chamber as though it were deliberately trying to distract them.
Guessing that the situation might turn dire and suspecting that an invisible intruder had entered, the people rushed to pull their hoods down, unwittingly allowing the wind to succeed in its mischief.
Then, the sounds of liquid pouring abruptly stopped, accompanied by the sharp noise of leather tearing apart.
They jerked their heads up at the sound, their vigilance increasing. But they froze at the sight before them.
Ruki was struggling to rise from the table, the wind gently—almost cautiously—aiding him in finding his balance. He staggered, clutching his damaged body, as he moved toward Lanling's side.
His gaze fell on the leather cuffs restraining Lanling. And the wind instantly shattered them apart.
