"For this part… I'll go with Vanessa Eldrienne."
The instant her name left his lips, something inside Ruvian violently shifted, his Spellcore constricting as its mana flow suddenly fell into a completely foreign rhythm.
Mana surged through channels that had never responded before, and at the same time, the nerves and olfactory receptors buried inside his nose became far more sensitive.
The dense reek of Dark Mana immediately assaulted him, rancid and suffocating enough to churn his stomach, yet some unknown power seemed to coil around his heightened senses, dulling the worst of the stench before it could completely overwhelm his mind.
Ruvian's nose wrinkled as countless scents that had once been imperceptible suddenly crashed into his awareness: blood, scorched stone, mana, sweat, even the foul, putrid stench leaking from Mamveth in the distance.
He could almost pinpoint where every smell originated.
