In the quiet, dark forest, the sound of branches being crushed echoed slowly.
The rotten smell lingering in the air made the handsome young man frown.
"This rotten smell really disgusts me," Braydon Neal muttered.
He didn't like the stench. Having reincarnated and experienced countless scents, this one stood out as particularly unpleasant.
Still, the smell didn't bother Braydon physically—it was just distasteful.
Taking out a wet towel, he wiped his face and walked forward unhurriedly.
If one looked closely, they might notice something unusual: inconspicuous crows perched on the surrounding trees, glancing left and right.
Suddenly, a distant shout rang out.
"Quick, seal the area! Don't let this guy escape!"
The shout was followed by waves of energy fluctuations.
Braydon paused and turned his gaze in the direction of the commotion.
