Devastation.
That was the exact word Shelly could think of to describe the state of the old mansion where Mona was rescued. Rather than her calling the one being rescued, it was probably more appropriate to say that the rescued ones were the children and the people inhabiting the place.
What was left of the building was ruins, even half of the concrete floors turned into ashes. Shelly had never witnessed the magic that literally consumes everything. From hearsay, dark magic was powerful. However, after seeing that, the word 'powerful' wasn't enough to describe it.
Even now, just holding Mona's hands made her tremble, as though touching her directly would turn her into a decaying mummy.
"How is she?" Laina asked hovering around the bed.
