Swoosh!
The first thing the team noticed upon entering the Gate was the heavy stench of blood. It clung to the air and soaked into the silence, filling the entire area until the faces of a few scrunched up as a result of the smell.
"...Ugh."
Marcus was no different, holding onto his nose while looking towards the two other people standing next to him.
"I've been to my fair share of Gates, but I've never been in one that has ever smelled this bad."
"You're not the only one."
Elias replied, quietly retrieving his square-framed glasses and wiping them with a cloth before slipping them away and replacing them with a circular-framed pair. The new glasses had gold rims, giving him a more scholarly air than before.
Of course, he didn't have to change glasses just for a style change.
"So? Did you find anything?"
"Give me a moment. Don't rush me."
