The Horror
Suri opened the door to the manor hall, allowing the injured ones to go inside to have their wounds treated by doctors. She also gathered all the medical supplies as well as clean cloth. Meanwhile, the maids and servants were busy running around, bringing clean water and new bandages.
Hope and Grace had been taken to their respective rooms, so they wouldn't see the horror unfolding before them. Suri could only watch, her palm twitching anxiously at her side. Deep down, she thought of helping all the injured using her blood, but she had promised her parents not to use her power carelessly. Moreover, aside from her parents and Rowan, one knew about her magical abilities.
The manor door swung open abruptly. Suri gasped at the sight of Rowan and Uncle William hauling Uncle Lazarus inside. Witnessing her uncle's dire condition, she covered her mouth in shock. Uncle Lazarus' right hand was nearly severed. The wound was ghastly abyss, too dreadful to behold.