At the Temple of Shallya
"No. It turned into a jackal... thing, and fled out of the window."
Elsa rested let her head fall on her pillow and sighed deeply. Turned into a jackal and fled. She believed it, but few people would; Captain Sforza and his wife certainly would not. It was as if all the planets in the sky had aligned to turn an unlikely victory into a bitter and inexcusable defeat. Not only had their enemy escaped to kill another day, but they could provide no concrete evidence that the situation in that accursed house had been as dire as they claimed—dire enough to justify all the damage they had caused.
To any outsider, this would not look like a desperate, heroic battle where mere mortals managed to put an unfathomably ancient monster to flight, but a self-inflicted disaster being explained away with wild and unverifiable claims.
"Well. At least the monster lost its hiding place. And we killed Klammenberg........ right?"