CHAPTER 51
Glancing at the vast sea that lay beyond his field of vision, he sniffed the air, the brutal tang of blood instantly assaulting his nostrils. He contorted his face and quickly covered his nose, trying as best he could to shield himself from the brutal stench.
But it was pointless; the metallic sting on his nose was just too strong.
He turned around, gazing at the vast expanse of pristine white sand that spanned the distance. Well, he couldn't swim and needed to get away from the horrible stench as soon as possible, so there was only one path left for him.
With his index finger and thumb perfectly clasped together against his nose, he began to proceed forward; his gaze glanced around the sandy white beach. He was unable to see anything else but sand.
The sound of crashing waves continued to echo in the distance behind him, and he had to activate the enchantment of his charm to save himself from the burning rays of the sun.
