The city of Crimson Hollow always smelled like blood, but after spending hours in the Howling Marsh, it almost smelled… clean.
Albedo stepped off the return sigil platform and quickly walked out of the Transit Vault. There was no reason to stay too long after all, in a place like the Crimson Hollow, he didn't need to bring attention to himself.
He walked through the city, his mana signature completely suppressed as a hood was over his platinum hair, chowing down on the Chocolate Mana Bars as a quick and delicious snack.
"Wanna have a night sugar?"
A couple women approached him, hooking their fingers, one of them even brushing her hand across his shoulder and blowing an alluring scent towards him.
However, he sidestepped, not even bothering to look their way as the girls quickly moved onto other men and women, looking for their next client.
