''Wait for me outside,'' Raphael commanded, entering the village.
He had thought it through, and he believed it was better he checked the village and see for himself, the places their lead had been to.
The view of the dilapidated village appeared before him, and Raphael started sniffing the air.
Immediately he did, his face twisted, and his nose twitched in utter disgust.
'What's this horrid aura?' Raphael's face turned a couple of shades darker, as he observed the village, with his hands folded behind him.
Having a sharp sense of smell proved to be disadvantageous in this situation, as Raphael struggled to breathe properly. The air was too heavy, and the stench was unbearable.
He brought out a small piece of tan cloth, covering his nose in the process. Despite that, the smell of death and the offensive odour coming out from each house made him feel dizzy as his consciousness began to fade out.
