The eagle had just fallen, its body still warm, emitting a rather peculiar scent.
At first, neither Owen nor Lana paid much attention, focused solely on searching for its beast core.
However, as they delved deeper into the eagle's torn abdomen, Owen noticed that the strange fragrance grew stronger. His eyes turned slightly red, and he felt his blood starting to flow inappropriately.
Lana was ahead of Owen, navigating through the massive carcass of the eagle, which was like a house made of flesh and blood.
Initially, she seemed like a child who had found a new toy. But as the peculiar scent grew stronger, her face flushed, and she subconsciously licked her lips, suddenly stopping in her tracks.
Owen, caught off guard, bumped into her back, feeling as if he had collided with soft, fragrant cotton. The scent of roses mixed with the strange fragrance filled his senses, making his vision blur.
