"What if what I'm smelling is Elixir?"
That was all the thought Whisker needed before a floodgate of other questions and possibilities was released. His eyes were wide open, his mind racing with the new thoughts.
'If it's Elixir, then it could be where the beasts get their Elixir. Were they cultivating in order to absorb this Elixir? Where did the Elixir come from? Was this the Yin's doing? How does Yin turn into Elixir?'
The dam was broken and the flood of questions was barely containable.
Whisker did his best to put aside all of his other thoughts, first focusing only on the one thing that was the most important of all.
Was he correct?
He had to figure out if the smell he smelled down there truly was because of Elixir. He knew regular dead beasts enough to know that they neither smelled this way, nor did they taste as such.
