"No more problems, so where should we go? Can you still smell that scent?"
"Yes, very clearly. The scent is bright and intense, but not too much. It's a perfect balance." Wain muttered and closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, and the scents from different directions turned into three paths that looked like threads of varying thickness. The thicker the thread, the straighter the path, and therefore more difficult it to follow.
The thickest thread headed toward the gate, but that was the worst option for Wain and Eva. They couldn't wreak havoc in Virfal and withstand the wrath of Plants.
The second thread ran from the north of the Violet District. It led to the middle of the five zones, which could not be reached.
The third thread, the thinnest and longest, led in the opposite direction. This thread, like a hair, pointed the way to the Dandelion District. Wain could hardly smell this thin and scattered scent.
