“No, the Calabash Well didn’t dry. It’s just… changed.”0

The old man spoke slowly as if he hadn’t spoken in a very long time. “In the past, the water of the Calabash Well was sweet and delicious. It was sweeter than fine wine and purer than morning dew. It could even strengthen one’s body and immunize them from all diseases, making us as strong as the hawks soaring through the sky. It was the best gift the heavenly god has given to us.”0

“But… half a month ago, that all changed. The water of the well was neither sweet, pure, nor strengthening anymore. Instead, it became bitter and smelly.”0

“Not only that, the plants in the city began to wither, the livestocks began to die, and everyone who drank from the well started to fall ill…”1

Fear and despair contorted the old man’s face as he burst into an uncontrollable...0