If this is to be taken at face value as a real event, then why do we not see any accounts by any other civilization of this happening?
Many years ago I was one of the members of the Glen Burnie Volunteer Fire Department. One summer afternoon the phone rang, I answered and the voice on the other end said "Hurry! The whole world's on fire."
Click.
Well, it was daytime so using the normal night time test (roll over, put hand on wall, and if wall not hot, fire not near you so go back to sleep) wouldn't work. I did the only thing I could, turned to the watch Captain and said, "Bunky, the whole world's on fire and we better get there quick!"
Being the brilliant commander he was he immediately jumped into action, turned in his old cracked red leather chair, pointed to the youngest, most enthusiastic vollie in the room and said, "Go climb up the hose tower and see what's going on."
Now the hose tower was the place where we hung the fire hoses after use to allow them to dry out. It is about six stories tall, and the only way up was a narrow steel ladder that ran up one side, then through a trap door at the top.
Pretty soon we heard the sound of feet just slapping the rungs as the young man came rushing down the ladder, pounding across the concrete floor and up the steps to the office.
"Man, the whole world's on fire", he panted.
Once he got his breath back we gathered that from the roof of the tower he could see a really wide band of smoke over towards Friendship airport. Since it was impossible to see the source, or the distance and there were two main roads over that way, Bunky sent the field truck over towards one of the roads, Number 1 pumper over towards the better road and notified the surrounding companies that we had what appeared to be a large field fire, location unknown and asked them to send their field trucks and all the Indian Tanks they had available to the station and standby.
Since there was little we could do at the time, most of us just sat around, waited for the help to arrive and one of the trucks to call in to give us a location. The first of the other companies, Marley VFD, showed up and we began filling the Indian Tanks (definitely a device of Satan) they had brought along and lashing them on top the hose bed.
Pretty soon the radio crackled and a voice came through the static, "Holy Sh*T, the whole world's on fire. Come quick." Then silence.
Needless to say, the whole world was not on fire, and the next transmission did tell us which truck and where the fire was and in about fourteen hours it was out and in another few hours all was washed up, hoses hung up to dry, engines hosed down and back in the bays and life went boringly on.
In the excitement of the moment though, folk often describe events in terms of grandure and scope that sometimes exceeds reality.
Aslan is not a Tame Lion