The moment the middle-aged man opened his mouth, a vast mass of clouds erupted from within him and surged toward Grey.
Their speed was terrifyingly fast. It was as though the clouds were tearing through the very air itself in their eagerness to reach him.
Moreover, these clouds were nothing like the white, puffy ones Grey had previously swallowed. They were pitch black and carried a nauseating stench of decay that seemed capable of corrupting everything they touched.
Even from a considerable distance away, Grey caught the smell.
The instant it entered his nostrils, his expression changed.
The odor was so foul that it seemed to carry the scent of countless rotting corpses buried beneath the earth for centuries.
Before Grey could react, the dark clouds swept over him.
In an instant, a thick layer of black haze engulfed his entire body and obscured his vision. The revolting smell intensified several times over, drilling into his nose and assaulting his senses.
