A dull thud echoed from the west side of the house. From where everyone stood in the garden, though, it was impossible to see toward that direction.
Not long after, a faint tremor rolled from the east. That area was at least partly visible from the crowd's vantage point.
Unfortunately, the sound's origin lay near David's bedroom—hidden by the eccentric architecture of the main residence: jutting walls and protruding sections that blocked sightlines, especially from almost three hundred meters away, and compounded by the thick, shady leaves of the grounds.
It made it difficult for them to know what was happening over there. Still, something black moved there—vaguely, indistinctly—an object of unknown origin.
Clarista and Aurielle could only stare, worried, toward that direction: toward their little brother David's room. The two sisters pressed their hands together and prayed, lips moving silently as they begged for the safety of every family member and every person in the house.
