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The smell of blood and decayed flesh stung badly in the air. Sounds of flies buzzing over rotten things were heard and the faintest sound echoed in the quiet dungeons. As Drazhan walked the dark part that led to the cell which Zariek had been kept. His face was kept in a scowl and his nose and ears twitched with irritation. The dungeon was a bad place to be. One could easily throw up at the smell alone and run away because of the buzzing of flies. Anyone and everyone could get irritated being there but Drazhan had more reasons to be. Not just because he suddenly hated Zariek and wanted him dead but because his ears and nose were a hundred times more effective and functional than the normal humans. He could pick up the smell and sound more than anyone else, his stomach stung with dis
