Yunfeng gripped Muchen's jacket tightly as they moved through the thick fog. He leaned slightly on him for support, but it wasn't the pain in his shoulder that made his steps falter.
It was the silence inside his senses.
No scent.
Nothing.
The familiar rose pheromone trace that always lingered around Muchen… gone.
The faint smell of dust, blood, metal… gone.
He blinked—uselessly. His vision had faded to darkness not long after the old commander stabbed him with that damned syringe. At first, he thought it was the fog. But now, he knew.
He was blind.
And numb. Not from the pain—he could feel the gunshot wound screaming at him—but from something else, something deeper. Something that had been a part of him since the virus entered his body was now gone, snuffed out like a flame.
He tried not to show it, tried to keep steady, but his breath trembled ever so slightly.
"Can you see what I'm holding in front of you?" Muchen asked softly, his voice low, concerned.
