Silence hung over the devastated clearing for a few seconds after Albedo's question. The wind rustled slowly through the broken trees, making loose leaves tumble across the ground like small green ghosts. Strax stood in the center of the destruction, observing every detail with the calm of someone accustomed to analyzing battlefields. Shura, on the other hand, continued sniffing the air, moving slowly among the marks left in the ground like a predator trying to reconstruct an unseen prey.
Albedo crossed her arms again, still looking around the destroyed clearing. "A fight of this size would have been heard for miles," she said, analyzing the fallen trees and the craters in the ground. "Even if the animals fled, someone on Asgardian patrols should have noticed something." Her tone was thoughtful, not irritated as before; now her mind was completely focused on the mystery before them.
