The villagers who had already arrived were unable to put out the blaze.
Gara stepped forward, extended his hand, and a large stream of water surged out like a sprinkler.
Only when the flames came into contact with Gara's water did they finally go out. This wasn't ordinary fire. The young man suppressed the anger burning in his chest.
After twenty minutes, nearly all the villagers had arrived, and the fire was completely extinguished.
"Wina, your entire field's burned down," Grandma Lasymira approached the mother and son, eyes full of concern.
Wina let out a long sigh. But rather than sorrow, there was a flash of fury in her eyes.
"Grandma, what about the other fields?" she asked.
"Only yours and Abram's fields were burned," replied the elderly woman.
Wina sharpened her gaze. It was clear that the field belonging to Grandpa Abram was actually her former field.
"Mom, this is..." Gara gripped his mother's hand.
