Despite having the top of the castle being blown off, there were still plenty of men below the ground that had survived the crumble. The Realm Transporter was safely housed underground.
The airship had at last been completed.
Edgar saw the explosions and knew that lives were lost.
"No one plants a few explosives and gets away with thinking they've defeated Figaro. We are durable, and we never give up. I've survived Kefka, and I most certainly will survive this."
Overnight, he ordered whatever men that did survive in the lower floors to take a rest. And in the morning he made his own speech in front of them.
"My people. Yesterday has taught us a lesson in how hostile the inhabitants are. We may have lost part of our own castle, and we have lost lives in that event. But as long as we have durable hearts, we can adapt in this horrid place. Now are we going to accept defeat so easily?!"
"No!"
"Now then. The enemy is most likely on the move. And we will not have time to prepare gravestones for the newly dead. Let's clean up what we have and rebuild the upper structure into something more steady. Provisions are being gathered by a chocobo team sent back to our own world. I will not have anyone here starve."
And with that Edgar began helping his own men work on restructuring the upper floor.
OOC: And with that, I'm off. I have to teach in about an hour.