In the split-moment of something crashing into the wall somewhere in the building, Jotou's entire form sparked up.
Yelps and gasps resounded throughout the space they stood in as Hotaru turned her head towards a wall behind a vase encased in glass—Fumeko's and Rosemary's eyes following suit.
The crystals of all the chandeliers shined with prismatic magic and shifted like molten glass; they merged together, spikes jutting out as it crawled up the chandelier's skeleton and began vibrating.
"WOBWOBWOBWOBWOB."
A steady boom reverberated between each chandelier and sent the same vibrations below. The visitors were sent into a panic, the sound not pleasant to the ears, but not damaging either.
Guards dressed in bright reds and golds, and armed with dress swords, began corralling the guests they could see. None seemed to know what the situation was; they kept looking at each other, hoping for an answer.
