That viscous, syrup-like substance sprayed towards the sky, oozing out an indescribable scent, then fell like rain. It was as if someone was sitting in a helicopter, continually dousing the ground with water. However, this was not water, but the inner juices of some revolting creature!
People watched as clumps of pus dispersed into countless droplets in the air, then scattered all around, afraid to be contaminated. After all the trouble of getting rid of the mutations, being infected now would be an utter injustice.
What remained before people's eyes were those chains of flesh and blood dominating the sky. The distant whirlwind roared with a 'whoosh whoosh whoosh' sound, but indeed, ever since the mutants turned to mush and flattened out, the sandstorm seemed to have come to a halt on the spot, the winds blowing only in place.
It appeared as though the sandstorm was spectating something.
