True Form

The words hung in the air, a death sentence etched in flame. The first corpse—a guard torn apart minutes prior—bloated like a rotting fruit, its skin stretching taut. Turning yellow at first, then an ominous red, Then it detonated. Shrapnel of bone and gore shredded through the ranks, followed by a shockwave that made the ground itself tremble The sound was deafening, a thunderclap that left his ears ringing. Heat washed over him, carrying the stench of burnt hair and charred meat.

Then another corpse blew up right next to the guard, this one belonged to a fallen undead. Then another, and another…