When my senses became aware, I realized I was on my knees once again. Excalibur was still firmly in my hands, but as I stared at the ground, I became quite cognizant of what had happened. The ground was an ashy gray and the grass was either gone or dead. As my head lifted up, I saw dehydrated forms of frozen bodies that were once people. One in particular caught my notice. It was Ashford, or what used to be based on my memory of where he was in the charge. The ashen body had their hands up shielding their face. A gentle cold breeze blew through the area and the remains of the Auror were scattered. 