"Can you see anything?" Luan asked as he stood behind her. His big hand was on her waist, and he pulled her closer, burying his face into the gap between her neck and shoulder.
She was startled by his sudden act but remained still as he breathed deeply.
"Let me stay like this for a bit… The smell is unbearable," he said.
"Is that really that bad?" (Arianell)
"It's like the demon's bodies rotting on the battlefield… I've seen it before, there were too many corpses and just a handful of us survived. We couldn't clean everything and waited for the reinforcement. The smell of the decayed flesh that attacks your nerves and body function is unforgettable…"
Until today, every knight who experienced the same nightmare can recognize the source right away.
"It's just dark and murky, I can't really tell…" Arianell was disappointed.
