Hidden Floor
'...no alarms here, no traps either. Perfect, I can move as I please.'
Ashton exited the library after a brief scan of the room. Once he stepped outside, his nose was immediately assaulted by a foul stench.
'Smells like a pigsty here, what the hell?' Ashton was disgusted.
Corruption never smelled good to him. It didn't matter whether it came from Demons or Angels, both of them are foul in his sense. This is one of the times when that foulness reaches another level.
Ashton's senses are so sharp that it's backfiring sometimes. The problem is that his mask doesn't filter any scent. Showing a piece of skin here would be risky so he couldn't expose half of his face to wear the respirator he created before.
'...though, the smellier it is, the more suspicious it gets.' Ashton reminded himself.