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I had read somewhere that when something is frozen a lot and then burned, the temperature changes will easily make the materials more fragile.
And so, I froze the bars with Winter Magic and then, I created a little spirit of fire, two, in fact, because one wasn't enough.
BOOMMM!
The fire burned my face a bit, but I managed to generate a change in temperature that made the metal very frail, enough for it to crack and shatter.
The people around me begged for my help, extending their arms towards me.
"Help me! Please!"
"I have a son! Save him!"
"Take my child!"
"Uwaaaahh!"
I gritted my teeth; I couldn't help you! You are not real; this is just a dream!
I rushed outside the carriage and jumped out, running in four legs far into the forest.
The orcs and the giant didn't notice me, as I heard the screams of the people being eaten alive.