The chaos of the burning city swirled around me like a violent storm. The heat of the flames burned the air, and the crackle of wood catching fire and disintegrating into ash was deafening. My throat was raw from the smoke, my muscles aching with the relentless pace of movement. But I couldn't stop. Not when there were still children to find, families to evacuate, people depending on me.
I dashed through the streets, my heart hammering in my chest as I barked orders to my soldiers, calling for more water, more supplies. The sound of the inferno behind me was a constant reminder of how much we were losing, but I refused to let it consume me. I couldn't. Not while there were still lives to save. Pups to protect.
