The leader of Charon's skeletons crouched down to give his master a boost, pressing him over the edge so he could grab onto the dirt.
Emerius was already up there, scanning the perimeter with mild amusement.
"Those charge packs truly made a mess of things."
Holding his back, Charon looked up and saw they were in a huge crater. Pieces of wood and stone were strewn about, evidence of the palace that once sat in the center of town. A few buildings lingered on the side of the hole, tilting precariously as if uncertain whether to collapse or hold firm.
Multiple bony hands pulled themselves up from the starcase to join them, the wooden structure luckily remaining intact, at least to the point of reaching the surface.
Distant shouting slowly approached, but there was little in the way of combat noises. No laser zips, no streaking spells, and certainly no explosions.
'The battle should be over, then.'
