‘What are those?’ Vasishta asked, eyeing the buzzing envelops in Swamy’s hand as they waited for Hefy and Ayat who were taking longer than necessary to step out of their rooms. However, cluttering noises of things falling to pieces or tossed to corners could be heard from a distance.
Suddenly, a loud thump echoed followed by a loud groaning—someone had fallen face-flat. Yet none amongst the magical creatures took it upon themselves to check up on the poor fellow who might have cracked a bone or two.
Checking, at this point, could be a far expected attention—they hadn’t so much bothered with snapping in the direction of the lazily bolted doors. At the moment, the hurried rush of adrenaline of an unanticipated future was keeping them on the edge.
There was more shuffling from the
