It was unclear whether it was Samuel who first saw that writhing warhorse carcass.
The Guards standing around stared at the warhorse's remains on the ground, roasted red‑black by the heat and steaming white, their faces full of bewilderment.
Just as a Guard was about to ask, the carbonized corpse suddenly split open, and a figure violently burst out from within.
Perhaps because he was drenched in the warhorse's blood.
And then baked in the furnace heat of the burning forest.
The surface of that body was covered in congealed blood scabs.
At the instant the warhorse carcass was torn open.
A thick stench rolled out, reeking of boiled entrails.
It rushed into the noses and mouths of the Church Guards who had stepped up to inspect.
Compared to the drifting reek of roasted meat from the mountains.
The stench spilling out in front of them made the Guards' faces all change color.
