After the angelic beings vanished into the strange, purplish sky, I found myself standing alone by the plane, the chaos of the world around me sinking in. People were running in fear, some praying,
others crying out in despair. But as I stood there, a thought took hold of me. If I could find that fountain again, the one where the water came from, maybe I could use it to craft a weapon against these beings.
With determination, I ventured out into the city, a place now frantic and wild. After a couple of hours,I finally found the fountain, its waters shimmering with a strange, almost divine glow.
I didn't have time to waste. I placed a weapon into the water, letting it be engulfed by that mysterious liquid.
When I pulled it out, it had transformed into a divine dagger, radiant and powerful.
I also filled a container with more of that enchanted water, just in case.
Armed with my newfound weapon, I headed back to the chaotic city. My eyes scanned the horizon, and in the distance, I caught sight of small, bright lights.
Without hesitation, without fear, I ran toward that light, pushing through exhaustion and doubt.