Elena’s Many Abilities      

Ren and the others were disturbed inside the carriage when a sudden cacophony of the coachman's voice echoed through the enclosed space, laden with alarm. "Augh . . . I believe we're under attack?"

Ren, Evie, and Elena exchanged swift, apprehensive glances. The unease that had lingered among them since their unexpected encounter earlier had now taken on a more ominous form.

Why was the coachman unsure?

They had a sinking feeling that this wasn't a random assault.

Ren swiftly turned his gaze towards Elena. "Stay here while we check it out," he said with finality. He believed it was best for Elena to remain hidden, considering that she might be associated with him with the cloak if someone recognized her.

However, Elena's response was resolute, her head shaking vehemently. "If you're concerned about my appearance and the possibility of someone recognizing me," she began, her voice steady, "then I have a perfect solution for that."