Feng Liang moved swiftly, each leap carrying him closer to the heart of the city, now a twisted landscape of fire and ash.
Buildings burned in crackling symphonies, their wooden frames collapsing under the relentless onslaught of flames.
Smoldering ruins lay scattered around, with some buildings reduced to charred remnants, while others stood half-burnt, like skeletons in the embers.
Everywhere he looked, people were crying out in fear and desperation.
Mothers clutched their children, elderly couples held each other tightly, and friends comforted one another, their faces smeared with soot and tears.
As Feng Liang descended from his final leap, landing softly on the ground, the villagers noticed his presence.
The crowds fell silent, their tear-streaked faces turning toward him, the faintest glimmer of hope sparking in their eyes.
