Madha slipped into the dimensional pocket to grab a pouch of beastkin powder.
After scattering it across every corner of the room, Gara followed him inside, leaving Fian outside to check for any remaining scent.
"There's still a faint trace inside the room," Fian reported. "But nothing outside."
Gara stepped out again with a small sigh. "Alright, this will have to do for now."
...
Meanwhile, inside her own room, Vania wrinkled her nose.
A pungent scent of beastkin filled the air, so strong it felt like hundreds of them were crammed into one tiny space.
"Ugh! This smell's awful! I'm gonna throw up," she groaned, fanning her face. "Could it be Miki? That rat boy? But he didn't smell like this back in class."
Grimacing, Vania pulled out a jar filled with fragrant herbs and sprinkled its contents around her room. "There, much better… at least a little."
Just as she turned back to unpack her clothes, her crystal ring suddenly pulsed with a faint violet glow.
