Chapter 79 A Discord Sown

• Keegan's rubbed his brow. Zandov wasn't giving him what he'd hoped for. Nothing was working to his advantage.
• "Do you think it's possible to miss a scent?" Kalaril asked, his eyes trained on Zandov.
• A frown marred the witch hunter's face. "Do you think it's possible you can walk past a corpse and not smell its rot? Would you fail to sense death when it stands before you? There - you have your answer." His voice was laced with scorn, as if insulted by the mere suggestion of failure.