There was a scent of supernatural pollution in the air!
Seth froze the moment he recognized it.
Having just been in a demonic den filled with filth and madness, Seth recognized it immediately.
This was the scent of supernatural corruption, similar to what had permeated the underground warehouse.
It was a lot weaker here, but it felt like the same kind of pollution.
He immediately activated [Null Presence], his body dimming into a quiet, unnoticed state as he moved down the hallway.
Step by step, he followed the faint pull of corruption until he reached Phoebe's room.
As he pushed the door open slowly, his eyes scanned the room.
The sight inside confirmed his fears.
Remielyn, Phoebe's mother, lay on the bed, her face pale and waxy, her breathing shallow.
In the corner, Phoebe's younger sister, Fate, was curled into a tight ball under a pile of four blankets, shivering violently despite the layers.
'Their sickness isn't ordinary... and it's worsening quite fast.'
