The water surged from the mana stones in thick, powerful streams, drenching the scorched earth beneath the villagers' feet. They clutched the glowing gems with trembling hands, their fingers slick with sweat and soot, aiming desperately at their burning homes. Their expressions were twisted—a frantic mix of determination and despair. The air was thick with heat and smoke, the crackling flames consuming wood and thatch as if mocking their efforts.
'Good. It's working.'
Heinz barely registered the cries of anguish around him. The fire was growing, spreading just as planned. No matter how much water they poured, the flames refused to die. That was Azure's doing. Hidden within the heart of the destruction, ensuring the embers never truly faded.
