A tall arched gateway looms above the clouds, its wooden doors groaning open under the watchful gaze of two guards. With a burst of energy, a horse charges through the entrance, leaving behind the clustered confines of the abode and venturing into the vast expanse of the open sand. The horse's powerful stride echoes across the sandy landscape as it gallops like lightning.

     A thick swirl of sand rises, kicked up by the thunderous hooves. The horse races through the desert, drawn towards the billowing smoke of burning oases that dominate the distant horizon. The horse neighs loudly as it gallops across the vast dunes.

     Oliver guides the horse from the leather saddle, gripping the reins tightly. He tightens his lips and narrows his eyes as he fixes his fierce gaze on the distant flames. With a decisive snap of the reins, he ignites the horse's energy and propels it forward with the speed of a hawk taking flight.

     Meanwhile, Sophia, Gregory, Edgar, Sarrah, and Bethany stand on the king's palace terrace, watching Oliver in the distance. Like statues frozen in time, they remain still, solely focusing on Oliver. Elijah squints, struggling to discern the swiftly moving figure of the horse and the Remaining Podeshire in the distance. He inhales deeply, and his breath escapes in a gentle puff.

     As his vision clears, Elijah steps back from the terrace railings and places his hands behind his back. Elijah smiles, admiration welling up within him. Though his expression remains sincere and neutral, his eyes sparkle with a growing desire for Oliver. Curiosity fills his mind as his interest becomes firmly fixated on the man he has summoned.

     In the meantime, Oliver reached the vicinity of the blazing oases. He brought the horse to a halt, his gaze immediately drawn to guards and firefighters desperately dousing the flames with buckets of water. Oliver quickly observed that their valiant efforts yielded little impact. The smoke fizzled, yet the inferno persisted, steadily intensifying their destructive might.

     Oliver snapped the reins, urging the horse to gallop. He guided the horse to the side with his left hand, preparing to use his other palm. Oliver extended his right palm towards the flames, and water shot out from his fingertips. The amount of water ejected from Oliver's hand was not just a drop but a pool capable of filling up the stars. Water rained out of Oliver's palm, hissing as it landed on the flames and steamed.

     Oliver continued to drive the horse towards the other oases, sending out a sea of water from his palms, extinguishing the vast inferno. He continued until the last spark of fire died out. As soon as the fire was extinguished, dead burnt trees and plantations appeared, dark as charcoal. The fire had caused widespread death among the greenery, leaving no signs of life among the black ashes.

     Oliver raises his right arm, causing the dead, burnt plantations to rise. The colours green, brown, and yellow return to the leaves and logs, and the oases bloom anew with fresh flowers and fruits. Fresh flowers burst, their petals unfurling like delicate dancers caught in a joyous celebration. Fruits emerge, tempting with their succulent aromas, promising sustenance and abundance to all.

     A collective gasp escapes the onlookers, their awe and wonder mirrored in their eyes. The residents, who had experienced the desolation, now witness the miraculous rebirth before them. Their hearts overflow with gratitude and admiration as their applause echoes through the rejuvenated land.

     In the same spirit of awe and excitement, Elijah, Sophia, Gregory, Edgar, Sarrah, and Bethany joined in the jubilation. Their hands came together in a cacophony of applause, their faces radiant with joy, their beaming grins reflecting the magnitude of the moment. They couldn't contain their excitement as their shouts of praise reverberated through the air.

     Oliver's glance swept across the palace terrace, his heart warmed by the sight of the clapping crowd. With a genuine smile, he raised his right hand and waved at each man. His eyes met theirs, and his grin reached from ear to ear.

     Unexpectedly, the horse rose on its hind legs, prompting Oliver to grip the reins. Seizing the moment, a confident smirk spread across Oliver's face as he struck a mighty and heroic pose. The horse then descended, and its front hooves met the ground.