The smell of blood in the air was rich and sweet. It had only been less than 10 seconds since Sheyan and Aragorn had started fighting, yet the blood flowing out of the two men had almost dyed the ground beneath their feet entirely red. When they stepped on the ground, it would splatter like on a rainy day.
Sensing the familiar sweet smell of the blood of Isildur's heir, the black fog spread wildly. Sauron was transmitting his power of darkness over with no regard for the cost. As a result, the Orcs of Mordor fell by the thousands. Their fallen corpses dried up like zombies, their vitality having been entirely sucked out of them as the driving force to supply the power of darkness.
Correspondingly, in the Source of Darkness hall, the area enshrouded by darkness expanded, and the recovery effect of the 'Wind of Darkness' was also rapidly increasing. Intuitively speaking, it meant that the dark gold leech could now buy Sheyan two or three extra seconds.
