Hah...I Knew It...

With a soft hum fading in the distance, Aoni stepped onto solid ground after a significantly shorter return trip to Genovia and inhaled deeply.

Although he hadn't admitted it aloud, there was a drastic and noticeable difference between his Territory and that of his homeland. Energia aside, the air was so much more…crisp.

Sure, being at such a high altitude did wonders for his body as well, and since he'd spent a lot of time acclimating to the change in air density, his lungs were several times stronger than that of any Olympian (Traveler Stats Aside).

Unfortunately, the moment he stepped out of the small closet-like room he'd created for his flume, Aoni was assaulted by several foul odors and a mess to end all messes.