A strange potion with which the old magician gave all the captives water began to act. Lute was very dizzy, a cut appeared in the stomach, and the skin began to itch unbearably. He even began to freeze his back on the ground to calm at least a little burning desire to scratch. But from this occupation he was distracted by a heartbreaking cry. Turning sharply, he could only see how several of his fellow villagers, as if wild barbarians, were tearing up their bonds. But some of them, as if experiencing terrible pain, open their own belly and throat with their nails generously filling everything around with blood and bluish intestines...