At first, Aeron assumed the demons were chasing them blindly, but the farther they went, the more obvious it became that something was wrong. The creatures were not simply running after them.
They were funnelling them. Every time the group tried to angle away from the marked route, more demons appeared from the sides, forcing them back toward the deeper path.
Every attempt to slow down was answered by a sudden attack. Every retreating movement was punished.
Zenovia noticed it too.
"They're guiding us."
Aeron's face darkened. "So we're walking into a trap."
"Yes, probably."
"And we're still going anyway?"
"Yes."
He glanced toward her. "You know, when you say things like that so calmly, I start wondering if Elion has been a bad influence on you."
Zenovia did not answer, but the faint curve at the corner of her mouth told him she had heard.
The path dipped suddenly.
