"Ah… The stench in this place is absolutely putrid," the man muttered with a wrinkle in his brow, his nose scrunching in visible disgust as he looked around. "What the hell is that smell…? It's thick... foul... almost suffocating. And this atmosphere I'm feeling... it's strange."
He paused, lifting his head slightly, as though trying to sense something in the air.
"I see, I see… So even the atmosphere in this world varies. That must be why this place feels different," he added, voice low and thoughtful, more to himself than anyone else.
Without hesitation, we unsheathed our weapons—steel hissing against scabbards and the soft hum of mana flickering to life. Each of us aimed directly at him, forming a half-circle to block any escape.
"Who are you…!?" I shouted, my voice echoing through the tense silence that followed.
