The strong odor was carried by the wind, the silence in which the two groups searched for one other in the darkness was broken by the odd sound of coughing, and all of the young people gradually developed a collective feeling of disgust and nausea as the situation deteriorated.
Fear produced a lack of control in the middle of Neferet's chest, which manifested as trembling and an increase in the rate at which she breathed and her pulse raced uncontrolled.
The thin bandage she used to wrap his flame also shook as a result of this lack of control. The noise resounded throughout the woods.
Brian got up, leaned against the tree, and, staring into the darkness, said, "Oh..."
After cracking his neck, he smiled, exposing his teeth, and slid his spear through his palm until he was able to pick it up and squeeze it near the point. He then drew a smile.
He began to walk towards the darkness, saying, "So, that's why they didn't leave."
Armin gazed at Brian's back as the latter began to turn away from him and then opened his mouth to say something.
He inhaled deeply as the odors of blood, putrefaction, and formalin entered his nasal passages.
On his tongue, the revolting aftertaste of her caused her to momentarily sense the warmth of the foodstuffs he had consumed a few hours before.
But controlling himself, he yelled, "Brian!! Where are you going!?"
Without stopping and just turning his head, Brian said, "I'll take care of this; you take care of the bastards that are in the distance."
Armin could only make out a dim flicker, a narrow line of movement that appeared to be burgundy and which he believed to be Brian's eyes twitching.
After falling to the ground, Shane was having trouble standing up and was leaning against a tree for support.
He then said, between coughs and retches, "We have to protect our flames. The smell is not natural."
Armin fixed his gaze upon Shane's eyes, which glowed a light coppery crimson, and did so for a few seconds. After confirming his understanding of the material, he then shut his eyes and nodded.
The contact is the very essence of the animals, and the terrors that penetrate your body leave you open to the possibility of being consumed by them.
The touch of the beast might be mild or severe, depending on factors such as its size and the level of threat it poses.
More or less aggressive and accepting of others.
The touch of this beast was nothing more than something that occurred naturally.
Because of the natural reactions of your body, you were unable to think clearly or move freely as a result of the noxious odor; hence, the antidote to this touch would be something quite straightforward.
A barrier, namely one that would keep him from being affected by the odor while allowing air to pass through it.
Armin rested one of his palms on his chest and visualized a bubble encasing his flame. The bubble was made of detergent, and the detergent had the aroma of a forest.
Because it was such a straightforward spell, the bubble was produced quite rapidly.
Breathing heavily, Armin opened his eyes again and saw how Shane had regained his composure, and he yelled, "Miss Neferet!! Take care of yourself and protect your flame from touch!! We have to be vigilant. We don't know where the creature might be yet!"
Neferet was able to regain her composure after hearing Armin's words. Neferet would envision his blaze as she would clap her hands.
For the sake of seeing the magic that is afire in her very being, I picture her with an intense and flashing yellow color all over her body.
As if the sands of a desert were mixed with a little bit of gold dust and then lit up by the sun. Neferet was able to see how her flame was becoming corrupted by a dark aura, which she believed to be the result of that beast's touch.
Imagine that the flame was somehow able to be cut in half and then recreated some distance away from the area where the mysterious presence had touched it.
Neferet envisioned a golden aura emanating from his aura, a wave of delicate smoke that was comparable to the smoke given out by incense, and she thought that this golden smoke began to curl when it came into contact with the dark presence.
Wrapping it up and destroying it, the pure air entered through Neferet's nose, and thinking freely, he asked aloud, "Armin, where's Brian?"
There were a few seconds of silence when Nicolas's voice crossed the air, shouting between laughs, "What happened to you, miss? Are you worried for your nameless pet!?"
After a few seconds of silence, the voice continued between laughter, "And why don't you answer!? Vomit won't let you!?"
Shane gave Armin a light kick while pointing through the forest as Nicolas cried in terror. Two steps off the walkway were made clear of trees and were lighted by the moon in the area that was close to the road.
A shimmer of silver could be seen emerging from the darkness.
Armin gave a small nod and raised his shield as his eyes started to shine once more.
He launched himself in the direction of the tree and jumped there. When Neferet moved her head to the right side of the walkway, she caught a glimpse of the brilliant red light as it passed between the trees.
Nicolas was aroused by the sound of Armin's footsteps as he walked over the fallen leaves and branches, and he shifted his attention to the shadowy forest.