Liam and Smoke quietly moved through the shadows within the forest as they searched for whatever they had sensed.
Walking through the forest, there was almost no sound of any demon or wildlife nearby, though faint traces of living creatures could still be sensed from far away within the deeper parts of the woods. The only thing that disrupted the oppressive silence was the occasional chirping of crickets hidden somewhere beneath the undergrowth.
And of course the lingering scent they were searching for.
Moving through the shadows and going deeper into the forest, Liam was beginning to pick up the scent with his own nose without needing to link his senses with Smoke anymore.
As he did, the myst signature he was sensing became increasingly familiar. However, there was something mixed into it, something strange and difficult to identify, which made it nearly impossible for him to understand why the scent felt so recognizable to him.
