Chapter 157 Float

"Open," Nero whispered.

The heavy door creaked and groaned before slowly swinging open, unveiling a scene of utter filth and decay. A suffocating stench surged forward like a physical force, nearly making them retch.

"Hak!" One of Nero's women clutched her mouth, eyes watering as she staggered back. Her face contorted in disgust, barely holding down her stomach's contents.

The air inside was thick with the foul odor of rot, waste, and sickness. The place reeked of human filth—excrement, dried vomit, and the stale, musty stench of neglect. Every breath felt like inhaling poison. It was the stench of death, of a place abandoned by time and long forgotten by the living.

"Oh my… this is probably the worst smell I've ever encountered," Quinn muttered, pressing a hand over her nose. Even with the damp sleeve of her robe filtering the air, the scent still made her stomach churn.