The air changed ten feet past the mangled Exterminator corpse.
It didn't just smell worse; it felt thicker, colder, and heavier. It was like walking into an industrial freezer designed by a lunatic.
Wren moved like a fish in the current while Zane stumbled after her, the Scraps-Shine making his limbs frantic and his mind hyper-alert.
He wondered if Reapers were common knowledge. Even if they weren't, she knows a lot about them. He had confirmed that earlier and she didn't even take it seriously. Like it was the most normal thing ever.
Sure, nothing was normal in Nuln, but still…
"What is this smell?" Zane whispered, his voice catching in his throat. "It's like a mix of sulphur and rotten meat."
"That's misery," Wren said, not looking back. "The monster leaks it. It's why nothing else
