Liam didn't need to peek inside the trapdoor to smell the new wave of far more intense stench of blood. It was so pungent and overwhelming that the very area changed, gaining starker reddish tones.
Despite the ruined, abandoned state, Liam felt light-headed under that dense scent. He couldn't even begin to imagine how intense it had been at its peak, but that uncertainty didn't stop him from reaching a conclusion.
Whatever had existed down there had probably been powerful enough to create the entire Mutated Battlefield, confirming Liam's hypothesis on the unnatural magical beasts.
The scent of blood wasn't the only thing to intensify. The sense of kinship Liam smelled also deepened, becoming clearer than ever. It was an instinctive belonging, no different than a pup recognizing its mother by its nose.
