A couple of minutes before Grehha entered the Varahan Mansion, he stood on the terrace of a nearby building, his gaze one of disappointment, "No matter how steady he is, there's a lot of baggage weighing down upon Resha."
"He's damn strong though." Yennda climbed to the terrace and wiped the blood on his face, having just eliminated the owner of the house. The dwellers of the place now lay in a pool of rotten blood, one filled with puss and mutated cancerous outgrowths.
"You stink," Grehha covered his nose upon smelling Yennda's approach, "Can't you take a bath or something?"
"It's something I kept on purpose." Yennda stared at his trembling hands, "I just…want people to realise and protect themselves if they can. Hence, I ensure to lace my power with a stench. So, the moment anyone smells this stench, they could hurriedly cover their orifices and move away. As long as they don't remain in contact, their Prana naturally cleans their body of the effects of my power."
