Chapter 35 - Under The Rotten Church

Hayazaki paused on the crumbling threshold of the old, rotten church, letting the rank air waft up in sickly waves from the cavern stairs below. Even as a Malara, a subspecies whose body could process high levels of toxins, he found himself momentarily staggered by the foul odor—a sharp, decaying stench that told him something far beyond normal rot lurked in those depths. A normal Unridden human would have collapsed from the fumes; he had no doubt.