Chapter 105 - Dungeon - XIII
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"It smells like rotten fish with spoiled garlic!" Dorian wrinkled his nose in disgust as he adjusted his position.
"Worse than that. It's like swamp sludge mixed with troll sweat," Seraphine muttered, covering her nose with her free hand.
"You're all complaining too much," Aeloria said, trying to sound imposing, but the tremor in his voice betrayed his own discomfort. "I've been in worse places."
"Yeah, like inside a garbage dump or a pit of shit!" Dália mumbled nasally while pinching her nose.
In the rear, I chuckled softly as I adjusted the gravity around the carcass.
"If we survive this, I swear I'll never complain about military rations again," I added.
"Agreed," said Seraphine.
"Are you sure this will work?"
"Shhh... You're making too much noise. At this rate, we'll be discovered before we can act!" Aeloria scolded us.
I'd like to say the plan wasn't total insanity, but even I, on my best days, would never have dreamed up something like this.