Something certainly feels off.
Kanoya had diligently studied Xiang Dao with Miss Yunju. Just as Kamiya could focus his gaze to see things invisible to ordinary people, Shouka could pick up on scents undetectable by normal senses. Even objects or concepts that inherently lacked a smell—if Shouka quieted her mind, she could discern their corresponding "aroma."
While her senses weren't yet as sharp as her Master's, they sufficed for her current stage.
The "smell" of night should ordinarily carry a faint tinge of lilac.
Yet tonight, amidst the lilac's delicate fragrance, Kanoya caught a whiff of something foul—putrid decay.
The stench swelled abruptly, overwhelming her senses in an instant.
It wasn't merely the smell anymore; it had manifested into something visible to the naked eye—a sudden, haunting phenomenon.
Greenish-black mist rolled in sluggish waves from beyond the Shrine, sweeping forth like thick, roiling clouds scraping close to the ground.
