Persistent "sewer" smells wafting from outdoor drains, indicating decomposing organic matter.
Elias stood there, breathing hard, holding his rod. He felt a cold breeze rush up from the open pipe, brushing against his face. It didn't smell like a drain anymore. It smelled like stale air from a sealed room. outside drain blocked
Arthur looked at the plastic carnage in his hand, then at the retreating floodwater. He stood up, rain dripping from his nose, holding the army aloft like a war trophy. rain dripping from his nose