"It's the exit!"
The nobles who had fled the ballroom first had finally managed to reach the exit. But when they moved to the parking lot, they found all of their vehicles had been trashed and destroyed.
"MY LIMOUSINE!"
"OH FUCK, MAN! THIS IS MY DAD'S LIMOUSINE!"
"H-HOW ARE WE GONNA GET HOME NOW!?"
"WHOEVER DID THIS I'M GONNA..."
While some people threw rageful tantrums and others buckled over out of fear, Crystal was scrambling around asking random nobles one singular, important question.
"Uhm, excuse me, have you seen my servant?" Crystal asked timidly.
A nobleman looked back, his eyes filled with terror, but enough clarity to answer Crystal's question.
"W-what did they look like?"
"They had purple hair! And uh, bright gold and orangey eyes! They were also in a black suit!"
"I-I'm sorry, I haven't seen anybody like that on my way here."
