With Urbert's roar, the members of the Envoy Group decisively charged towards the French windows, not giving it a second thought before shattering them into pieces.
Clang!
The French windows instantly broke into glass shards and wood splinters, with traces of blood rain still lingering in the air. A blood-tinged wind swept in, howling ominously.
A dozen men and women dressed in red Rose cotton jackets plummeted from the high tower's attic, yet their bodies were incredibly agile; after tumbling twice in mid-air, they easily found their balance.
Thud, thud, thud...
With a series of dull thuds, these envoys landed squarely on the ground beneath the high tower, smashing the stone pavement into pits and cracks.
"Feis, how are you doing, are you hurt?"
A male envoy slowly stood up, shaking his numb legs, and asked the woman beside him.
But she struggled to get up, her right leg drooping weakly.
