Brian smelled fear, anger, and an overwhelming rush of adrenaline from these fresh scents.
Dean had just been fighting for his life!
But the surrounding traces made Brian somewhat uncertain.
That roar just now had been loud.
But apart from shattered glass strewn all over, Brian saw no signs of a fight having spread to the surroundings.
This clearly did not match Dean's fighting style.
If he had truly been fighting someone, the building below wouldn't have a single intact piece left.
Unless one side was so powerful that the other didn't even have the ability to resist.
This was not a good sign.
Struggling to contain his unease, Brian followed the scent trail and finally found the spot where Long and Dean had last stood.
Here, he detected a faint smell of blood.
High above, the wind was fierce, making it hard for any scents to linger.
Yet, under these circumstances, he could still smell the blood.
A strong sense of unease reached its peak in Brian's mind at that moment.
