156 Foreign Powers.
''Agnar, what on Vandal just happened here?'' Hazel's voice rang across the dimly lit floor.
Instantly, several guards rushed to the scene, their faces drained of colour as soon as they saw the large hole on the ground.
Warlocks with light specialty quickly lit summoned their grimoires, lighting up the surroundings.
Some of the guards, squinted their eyes briefly as they waited for their vision to adjust to the new bright environment.
Having a clearer view now, they all seemed shaken, wondering how they missed such an explosion.
They were patrolling at one time and the next moment, the reverberating sound of an explosion rang in their heads.
The timeframe didn't seem to add up, but since they were before their leaders, none of them dared to mutter a word.
In fact, each guard believed that he had slept off while on duty, and knowing the dire consequence if found out, each person had decided not to say a thing even to their fellow guards.