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- He furrowed his nonexistent brow at the smell coming from below. It wasn’t gas but stagnant air reeking of animal fat and putrefaction.
- A trap of foul air? I wouldn’t expect such an elaborate trap from the kind of less intelligent creature that would live here... I suppose it could also be a coincidence.
- Because Ainz was an undead, and thus didn’t need to breathe, he had perfect resistance against those sorts of air attacks. Aura had a magic item for protection, so if the awful stench was an attack, its effects would be cut. At that
- point, it was basically only a smell.
- ***
- Volume 8, Story 2.3
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