The unpleasant smell of the outer area wasn't anything new for Azrael, and from the looks of it, neither was it for the squad he was in.
"Follow my lead." Alexander, taking the front, commanded before increasing his speed.
'Quite fast,' Azrael noted, matching his pace.
A brief look of shock appeared on Alexander's face. He clearly hadn't expected a member of his squad to keep up with his movement speed—let alone someone whose steps were utterly silent.
'It seems his claim of being Seyra's pupil might have some merit after all.' With that quick assessment of the new Chosen, Alexander led them to their designated spot.
Azrael observed the distant Rift. Something deep within his very soul urged him to approach it, to enter and clear it. The feeling was similar to that of a starving man gazing at cooked meat.
'It's of the Savage Danger Level, so aside from Savage monsters, we would also encounter Feral ones,' he concluded.
"Hey."
