Kneeling on the canvas, Lann methodically opened his eyes slowly, but kept his eyelids lowered, ensuring that his eyes, which would glow in the dim light, were not too conspicuous.
Lann glanced toward the corner of his retina.
Where Mentos' timer system was projected.
He had only been in the [Meditation] state for an hour and a half.
The night was still long.
But it was no longer peaceful.
A foul stench wafted indistinctly from outside the alley.
In comparison, even the sewage covered by this disposable canvas seemed to possess a rare natural scent.
The stench was a thick, viscous smell of blood.
From a Demon Hunter's experience, it was human blood.
However, the pungency and viscosity of the smell almost made Lann doubt his judgment.
After the custom incense, it was a familiar scent to the Demon Hunter again—
The smell of blood from a Beastly Transformed patient!
