A Low-Ranked Fiend

As the trio kept advancing inside the sewers, the cloud of umbra got denser, and the disgusting feeling that Megan and Zac sensed was more profound.

At one point, the stone ground was wholly covered in a strange, pitch-black flesh that shrouded the entirety of the structure.

"Eww, what the hell is this!?" Zac asked aloud, finding the fleshy environment absolutely nasty.

"It's Malgaroth's ichor…" Dante replied.

"What's that?" Megan pondered.

The warlock explained that "ichor" could be considered to be Malgaroth's blood. 

The demon fed himself from the organs of people, and he would use their blood to create a substance that slowly spread and infected his territory.

"And what does it do?" The brunette asked.

"Once we step on that flesh, he'll be able to determine how strong and how far we are from him," the warlock said.

"Wouldn't that be a problem if he senses you? What if he runs away?" The redhead interjected.