Cold, stinky, damp air pressed against Oliver's face as he walked forward. The closer they were to the pit, the worse it felt.
If he wanted, he could have blocked off his nose with blood so as not to smell the horrendous air, but he had to keep it open to find the location of the demon.
Only the faint smell of human blood was what guided him through the dark tunnel. Once he blocked his nose, he wouldn't be able to find the way. So, Oliver could only accept the revulsion and walk forward.
While Oliver silently walked, Achara occasionally glanced at him. Finally, she asked the question that was in her mind.
"Oliver, why are you doing this?" Her voice was unnaturally gentle.
"Me?" Oliver looked at her in wonder.
Why was she asking him that question? His mind, which was stunted socially, could not find an answer.
"Yes. You are not being forced to do this. You could have stayed above. No one asked you to come into the sewers, right?" Her voice rang out again.
