Dark mist enveloped the area.
Firstly, it was the soldiers at the city gate.
The captain, who had just been laughing and talking with the merchant leader, suddenly felt something was wrong. When he touched his nose, his hand came back covered in blood.
Then, he felt as if he had been thrown into a furnace: "So hot... so hot..."
Blisters appeared on his skin, seemingly filled with pus and bloody fluid.
"I… I…"
He saw another soldier, whose skin suddenly turned purple-black, and who spat a mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground, becoming a corpse.
"John is dead?"
"What is happening here? Are the divine beings punishing us?"
Under this horrifying death, any sense of military discipline immediately collapsed, sending numerous soldiers and onlooking citizens into madness.
And with more symptoms manifesting on one person after another, a wave of terror spread among the crowd.
"It's the Black Death!"