Within the Church army's position, black smoke billowed in chaos.
The few packed arrays occasionally shoved each other to make way for the guards half-engulfed in flames to rush out.
They screamed, carrying the smell of roasted meat and oil, as they dashed into the stream.
The clear water instantly extinguished the flames with a "sizzle", turning the once-clear brook muddy with embers and flesh, with oily speckles surfacing on the water.
As the black smoke and flames dispersed, the guards in the stream finally displayed a relaxed expression, standing up with hands on knees, only to scream in horror once again.
Looking down, they found their bodies covered in wrinkled skin and blisters oozing pus.
The tender flesh beneath their skin was exposed to the air, the piercing pain spreading throughout their bodies, many convulsing in pain, some even foaming at the mouth.
