Ethan guided Ron along the stone path towards the city gate, occasionally nodding to the vendors by the roadside.
Ron observed his surroundings, noting an indescribable scent in the air.
It wasn't pollution or decay, but rather a peculiar metallic scent.
It combined with an iron scent similar to blood, carrying a subtle vitality, as if the air itself was breathing slowly.
"The Wizard has probably noticed the peculiarity in the air, hasn't he?"
Ethan glanced at Ron's slightly furrowed brow and took the initiative to explain:
"That's what people call the 'Abyssal Scent,' a unique product of where Abyssal energy meets the surface world."
Ron nodded slightly, his senses much sharper than those of ordinary people.
He could not only smell the scent but also feel the subtle energy fluctuation within it—faint and persistent, like a distant heartbeat.
This energy fluctuation carried an irregular rhythm, both familiar and strange, enticing one to delve deeper into the experience.
