Albel had the same thought, but when they started to look around, there was some other evidence of destruction. It wasn't anything so clear as a line of footprints, though, as if some of them had simply been wiped away and repaired while others had stood the test of time.
Albel poked at the floor with his sword, but the tip couldn't even scratch it. What had caused such destruction to a substance so hard his sword couldn't make a scratch?
There was more damage within the building. A large cube stood in the middle of the remaining part of the building, a corner of it melted. The cube reminded Albel oddly of the cylinder in the previous building and he moved over to it.
As he approached, it opened, revealing a pile of strips of fabric of varying sizes. They seemed to be the same substance as their clothes, but shaped differently. The damage to the cube seemed to have caused damage to some of them, too, and several of the strips were melted and stuck together.