"ARRGH!" A loud scream tore through the air, the stench of burnt flesh filling the air.
Everyone who had witnessed the scene stood with petrified looks on their faces.
They had all seen the recruiter shoot the fire blaster at Kieran, but the shout wasn't coming from him; rather, it was coming from the man instead.
The recruiter gripped onto his burnt arm, the fire blaster dropping to the floor. His eyes turned bloodshot from the intense pain.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. It all happened in seconds—he had completely failed to see exactly what happened.
He didn't even know how it happened.
The blast from the gun seemed to have backfired. Not only that, but it grew even fiercer as it hit his arm.
The flames sank deep into his skin, devouring everything it came in contact with.
Veins, arteries, capillaries—nothing was spared.
His flesh had been reduced to a liquid state, a disturbing mixture of blood and what was once skin dripped to the floor.
