They walked in silence then only stopping occasionally when energy readings spiked. Namor was drawing his own conclusions and becoming more certain of them with each step. Doom wouldn’t have gone out like this. At least not easily. And he’d never before seemed incompetent enough to just let something like this happen. No, something was going on here. Something terrible. It was also becoming increasingly obvious as they explored the city that there would be no survivors found. This city was a tomb. That meant the only other choice would have to be Castle Doom.
At the site of the old stronghold Namor came to a dead stop. He turned and frowned at his reluctant ally and paused there. Despite their differences and their antagonism, Namor knew they would have to work together on this. No one treaded lightly in Latveria. Not even the kings of Genosha and Atlantis. Not to mention the fact that they still had no idea what could still be lurking in those ruined halls. Perhaps Doom’s enemy had never left? Whatever the case they would need both their strengths working together if their fears proved true. “We go on together. We leave together.” Namor said at last. He may have been a lot of things. Both cruel and malicious, but he never broke his word. With that said the king quietly started up the hill. Onwards towards the castle gates.