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“You’re welcome. It’s not like you could smell any worse.” Leyanne bites right back and I eyeroll at the constant power struggle of personalities. Sighing at Carmen’s snarling growl and push her onwards to stop them.
When we get lower, Colton is already gone and heading down tunnels in hot pursuit of what’s left of the enemy. When we get to the ground floor fully, I gag on the smell down here. It’s thick, vile dust, overwhelming stench, that coats every surface. The ashy remains of fried vampire and I notice the throne, crude, and carved without skill, as it sits in one corner and seems to be the one form of seating in this place. I gesture towards it and Leyanne narrows in on it too, Carmen walking over in wolf form to sniff at it and recoils as though the scent is painful.