Archard was as wordless as he had been, with Memo not deviating much differently from that same path.
After letting the residual smoke and volatile pollen clear, they stepped through the abrasively-opened entrance to the castle, having to walk over the fallen, perforated gates that were running hot from the potent heat released in the spell's destruction.
The main lobby of the castle was finally viewable to his eyes as he stepped past the cloud obscuring his vision at the threshold.
"...That's about what I expected," he wryly said.
It was clear to see that it was once a lavish estate; the smooth, wooden flooring, the quartz railings that accompanied the carpeted stairways.
But, it was no longer such a place.
