"Impossible, how could there be someone else's scent, it's impossible..." Radiad instinctively denied it, but after just saying a few words, he realized, this was not his wife, then immediately came the realization, he had no wife.
With the identity behind the voice, it clearly wasn't joking. Radiad immediately became serious and asked, "What scent?"
A gust of wind blew through the closed space, passing over Radiad, lifting some things up: "The scent of a powerful life form."
The wind gathered into a cluster in midair. Radiad moved closer to look, but there was nothing in the air, only some dust-like particles floating around.
"What things? There's nothing here. Where are the things?" Radiad asked, puzzled.
The divine light among the plants trembled slightly, and the dust in front of Radiad suddenly started growing, sprouting velvety threads, but quickly withered and shrank, finally turning to ash. In just a brief moment, these 'dust' particles vanished.