A Silent Retreat

There were carcasses everywhere in the pathway.

The occurrence just now was too bizarre to even be reminisced, as the expression of people froze when viewing the green sea. The last scene was haunting them, as if imprinted in their head, as they felt their thumping heart still at their throat.

The thrashing sea of worms had turned lifeless all of a sudden.

Things always look bizarre to people if there seems to be a lack of transition between the move and still. And certainly the event a moment ago was more than comprehensibly bizarre to their senses. Their heart was cold as blood seemed to have stomped the brake heavily in the bloodstream. The bizarreness of the scene was one-of-a-kind, never-before-seen in their life.

A dead sea of worms was absolutely more horrifying.

People stayed bewildered till the first carcass flowed out of the green mist, then they realized all bristleworms had been dead.

How did they die? Nobody knew!

What exactly happened in the sea? Nobody knew!