"What's that flying above the roofs of the building?" Clara said, walking toward the open window in the room she stood in.
The moment she stopped at the side of the window, placed her palms on the stool of the window frame, and saw the actual object, sweat beaded her face in an instant while her bones trembled in her like a snake under an ant's attack.
Tracing the obsidian sword fly in the sky and vanish when it moved past where she could see, Clara bashed out of the room and ran toward the direction the sword flew to.
And when she reached outside her room, she grabbed the tip of her skirt and pulled it slightly up, enabling her to run faster.
Reaching the pathway leading to the long staircase, Clara joined in with the numerous monks also following the direction of the sword, and when the sword descended the staircase, everyone stopped, their mouths opening wide.
