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"Gone?" Asked Fleur. "What do you mean by "that one smell"? What is it?" She looked around, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. "And why would they split up and run in four directions? I mean, I understand why they would run from us? But why four?"

Fleur continued to look around the town. "Okay then. A bad smell. Whatever..." She raised her crystals and blew a house into splinters. Pieces of wood and plaster went flying in every direction, but it elicited no reaction. "Are you sure they didn't just run away?" She asked.

Fleur looked up at the temple then back at the other three. "Are you sure?" She asked Chilia. "Why would they huddle in a ruin like this? Liliandil is right for once; this building is appalling. And what's this about a horrible smell?" She patted Vincent on the hand. "Perhaps Vincent, but not yet."

Fleur gave Chilia a skeptical look. "If you say so..." she said, following Chilia to the entrance. Inside it was dark and empty, exactly the way one would expect an old temple to be. "I wonder if this was here the last time the Blackwings attacked?" she asked, not having been a member at the time. It seemed ancient, though for some reason it didn't seem like a tourist attraction or a mere piece of the city's history. There were several passageways inside the temple, though the smells were clearly coming from the largest one. The Hero's smells were coming from that direction as well. "Where to now?" Fleur asked Chilia.

Fleur followed Chilia silently, wanting to find the enemies and leave this creepy place. Not that she was worried they would have any problems, she just didn't like the atmosphere of it. Even to her it smelled like trouble. Not to mention there was just a general feeling of malice in the air. It was like something wanted to kill. Not just them but everything it could get its hands on. But that was ridiculous; this was the middle of a gigantic city. Nothing like that could exist down here. And why would it? She looked over at Chilia. "Do you smell anything else...weird?" She asked. Maybe Chilia had picked up on the feeling, though she didn't know if that meant there was a new smell or not. Though there were torches lighting the path they walked, for some reason it seemed to get darker as they went. They were clearly going down, though how far it was impossible to tell. The smells would only grow stronger as they went. Eventually they came to a wide door that seemed to be made of some dark metal. Carved into the door were strange markings that seemed to be made up of some unknown language. They covered the door and almost seemed to be alive, as if they were squiggling and squirming. Though of course they were not. For some reason it began to hurt if one looked at them long enough. The door was sealed tight, though clearly the smells were coming from the other side.