"What happened?" Khorvath, who was outside, heard Elgar's anguished scream and immediately rushed into the cave.
But the air inside was thick with smoke, and the overwhelming stench shocked her.
Tears and snot streamed from her face like rivers; unable to bear it, Khorvath retreated from the cave and backed away.
From a distance, she couldn't see what was happening inside, but she didn't dare approach either.
It was too much—she felt as if she were standing on a battlefield littered with corpses after a gruesome war.
"What on earth is happening in there?" Khorvath muttered anxiously, her face filled with worry as she looked toward the cave.
After a while, a coughing fit echoed out.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Elgar suddenly burst from the cave, flailing his arms in an effort to clear the smoke from around his face.
At this point, there was nothing unusual about his body or his face; he looked the same as before.
