I crouched next to Kulmonari's dead corpse and ran a finger over the blood seeping out of the wound, then brought it to my face and sniffed it.
It smelled like regular blood.
The room had the odor of piss, sweat and a bit of feces from Zalan's last moments, the various perfumes from the Rulers around me, the various metals that the Royal Guard armor and weapons were made of, the stone the room was built with, and the multitude of degrees in which E'er was rearranged to form enchantments.
There was no hint of the particular mixture that is the smell of Demonic blood coming from my finger. It smelled like something that inexplicably belonged to this world, unlike Nerissa's.
While the Demon's blood was quite fetid and undeniably stimulating to me due to my personal experiences, it was something that felt distinctly alien. It clearly didn't belong in Galeia. My instincts told me so and I wholeheartedly agreed.
Still, a lot of questions popped in my mind.
