Morvane's heart sank as the distant glow on the horizon became clearer. The fiery light danced ominously against the dark sky, illuminating his path as he neared his village. When he finally reached the outskirts, the sight before him astounded and horrified him. Flames roared, consuming at least three homes. Smoke billowed into the air, thick and suffocating, as villagers scrambled in panic.
Among the chaos, Baltalahans with water magic worked desperately to douse the raging inferno. Jets of water surged from their hands, striking the flames and momentarily halting their advance. Despite their efforts, the fire seemed relentless, refusing to be tamed.
Amidst the chaos, Morvane's eyes caught familiar figures. Luna and Esmael stood near the center of the disaster. Luna, her healing aura shimmering faintly, attended to a group of injured villagers, while Esmael seemed frozen in place, his face pale and stricken.
