"It's the same smell as the one back at your old place," Fay spoke in a tense voice while her eyes darted all around in search of the source of this faint yet still awful stench.
Not knowing what else I could do to help, I rushed to look around myself, scanning my surroundings in search of something, for anything that I would find even remotely unusual.
But how exactly I was supposed to find the source of the smell I could barely even notice? How? Just how?!
The sense of my powerlessness struck my soul like a burning spear, searing the emotional and mental wound in the pain of how useless I felt. And out of this desire to do something, to raise our odds, to stand against whoever or whatever was pushing this aura, something that was extremely out of place on earth, on the people of this world.
