Liebbe's eyes widened—not just at the mention of the name, but at the sudden surge of power radiating from Gariel, an aura unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Boom! The carriage erupted in a violent explosion, sending splinters of wood and shards of metal flying in all directions. The shockwave knocked back the guards standing nearby, throwing them off their feet and scattering them across the snowy ground. The air was thick with smoke and the remnants of the wreckage, as the sound of the blast echoed through the cold, quiet landscape.
The guards scrambled to their feet, their eyes wide with disbelief at the sudden destruction. Some of them instinctively reached for their weapons, scanning the wreckage for any sign of the perpetrator, but all they saw was the rising cloud of smoke and the distant figures of Liebbe and Gariel.
