"What are we supposed to do now?"
People paced anxiously back and forth on the streets.
In the shadows, a row upon row of people sat against the wall, gasping for breath.
Many buckets were placed at their sides, still containing traces of water.
They were the ones who had just been constantly drawing water from the public well to extinguish the fire, but no matter how much water they poured, the fire showed no signs of diminishing. Instead, it grew more and more fierce.
Gradually, they gave up.
"What on earth is going on?!"
Someone slammed their bucket down in anger, their face filled with frustration.
"An invasion...?"
It seemed like someone was muttering to themselves.
"No, it's not an invasion," someone shook their head, "If it were an invasion, the curse on us would have surely taken effect, but there's no sign of anything abnormal right now, it can't be."
"If it's not an invasion... then it must have been an accidental fire caused by someone's carelessness."
