He followed an officer's pace, heading towards the command room. The space inside was far from spacious, and with many hybrids having unusual physical shapes, all he could see was a mass of large backs blocking the front, impossible to endure was the mix of body odor and sweat in the room.
Unexpectedly, Lindong had just stepped half a foot inside and immediately covered her mouth and nose, turning her eyes white from the stench.
She decisively retreated from the operations command room, looking to Ethan for help with fluttering eyes, much like a student asking their deskmate to help take notes before skipping class.
After a moment of eye contact, she clasped her hands, her gaze sincere.
This place simply isn't suitable to stay.
She was not adept at Wind Element Magic and couldn't filter the air automatically like Ethan.
She was also unlike Kane, who, it seemed evident, had issues with his sense of smell and should probably go to the capital's hospital for a check-up.
