"Did you hear anything?"
On a natural trail deep in the forest, Sherry suddenly stopped walking, muttering with a touch of paranoia.
"I didn't hear anything, but I smelled it... that distinct 'stench'," Agatha stopped beside Sherry, her voice low and full of disgust, "Not just one, but mixed with the foul sense of chaos and stupidity, and a pure and blind urge to destruct..."
"It looks like those 'old acquaintances' really came again," Sherry grumbled, "They are really tireless. What on earth is in 'The Dream of the Nameless' that they care so much about? Is the so-called 'Primordial Blueprint' that attractive?"
Agatha didn't speak but lowered her body to carefully sense the lingering smells around—scents left by the Heretics and the Profound Demons.
She found something familiar among those smells.
"The Heretic named 'Richard' is among them," she suddenly raised her head and declared.
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