Cain watched the water spreading through the canals, his raw energy transformed into a promise of life. All around him, the atmosphere was changing before his eyes. The clamor rising from the fortress was filled with emotion: sincere laughter, cries of relief, spontaneous applause.
He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride, though he kept his face impassive. His hand brushed against the cold surface of the canal, as if to ensure this was all real.
His gaze wandered over the crowd beginning to gather around the main reservoirs. Children approached the newly formed banks, fascinated by the sparkling clear water. An elderly woman, tears in her eyes, murmured a prayer as she knelt, her trembling hands caressing the surface. Cain realized then that this moment was much more than a technical achievement. The water symbolized a rebirth, a tangible answer to years of suffering and waiting.
