For about a minute it worked.
They thought the demons were Turiel's guard. That was what they looked like, something between the raid and the platform.
Then Cillian put down a lean demon with a thin controlled bolt at the edge of the line, and James saw something leave the body.
It was a thread of crimson, thin as wire. It came out of the corpse and went into the channel underneath it, and ran away across the hall toward the platform.
Finn and Ren took down another heavy demon on the right. The same thing happened. A thin line of red came out of it and ran away up the channels to the steps.
It was not much, and it was nothing to stop fighting over. But James had been following that red for ten floors. He knew which way it went.
"The kills," he called. "Watch the kills. It's going somewhere."
"Every one," said Maeve, behind him. "Every one we drop. It goes up."
Alice was not watching the corpses. She was watching Turiel.
