The old Leonty raised her hands in the sky, the flare given by their God shone brightly. Myriads of red droplets left her face and her body, her tears transformed into bloody mist moving towards the King. Rising from the ground, reaching the army from behind and above, the soldiers and their leader disappeared in an impenetrable fog. Screams of pain and terror shook the space, the many trapped inside her spell were seeing death and torment as if it was real. A loud sound pierced their ears, the vision of their inner demons coming to life right before their eyes. They dropped on their knees, hands on their heads. Their hearts were beating fast, too fast to resist the shock, and one by one, they started to faint and collapse on the ground.