The door to the palace slowly opened, the lock clattering to the ground, making hardly a sound through the thin, whispy smoke. Within, the air feels distinctly different. Through the air float small pieces of air-borne mist, along with spectral-looking weapons. Closer observation shows that these puffs of mist are, in fact, body parts, weightless, the corpse of a ghost. Hundreds of them, spread through the halls and rooms. Whomever had come here, had ripped his way through the Royal Guard, leaving not a single one to tell what had occurred. The smell inside remained one of death, but with a different tang, the relaxed peacefulness that was natural in these realms absent within the walls of this palace, torn away by the acts of violence and depravity that had occurred within. To bug's calls, there was no answer.