Their question was answered by nothing but silence and drifting dust. But their confusion didn't last long, because all of their gazes eventually landed on the same person.
Rohan.
There was no missing him.
He stood in the middle of the ruined road like a man who had already died and somehow forgotten to fall over. Blood covered his mouth and chin, caking him from head to toe, even. His clothes had been cut through in several places long ago, and even their heat resistant properties weren't able to protect them against his Molten lava in some areas.
One shoulder was hanging lower than the other, while his right leg looked as if it was only staying locked beneath him by sheer stubbornness.
Yet despite all that, he was still standing.
That was more than enough for the newcomers to fall into silence.
No questions needed to be asked to understand the story behind this scene. As the saying goes, a pictures is worth a thousand words.
