Everything was destroyed. Grindeston didn't exist anymore.
That was Hestia's impression along the way. Although she wasn't born in the town or had any family here, she had lived quite a few years in this part of the world.
The sparsely spread bushes, trees, and grassy slopes had disappeared completely.
Everywhere they looked, there were devastations, fires, broken buildings, and bodies. Many bodies. Some were whole, some were missing parts, and almost all were charred and beyond recognition.
Hestia and Althea progressed slowly. They didn't have a choice. Every path they knew was broken or missing. And it was dark. Extremely dark.
The big chasm in the middle of the hill didn't help. The closer they got to the castle, the more cautious they became. After all, they didn't know about the battle's outcome. There could be enemies waiting around.
