A collective gasp escaped the villagers as they watched the mysterious savior hoist the enormous, water-filled bowl high into the air. With a swift, yet controlled motion, he tipped the bowl, and a torrent of water came crashing down onto two of the burning houses. The flames hissed and spat angrily as they were doused, smoke billowing into the night sky. The burning houses were instantly quenched, their charred exteriors still smoldering in the afterglow.
"Everyone, grab any container you can find! Our savior has dealt with the shadow wolves. Now, it's our turn to protect our homes," a villager called out, his voice resonating with determination. Like a well-oiled machine, the villagers sprang into action. From the young to the old, from the strong to the weak, they all rallied together, fetching any bucket they could lay their hands on. The unified effort to draw water from the pond and hurl it onto the fire was an awe-inspiring sight.
