"You three smell wrong."
Darius spoke with a grin as his eyes moved between Simon, Sonya, and Akaza. His spear rested loosely in one hand, but the fingers of the other had curled with anticipation.
"You have Infernal Hearts," he continued, sounding genuinely puzzled. "You're Supreme Archfiends. Not even Greater Demons."
Sonya tilted her head toward his voice. Akaza's eyes narrowed slightly, while Simon watched without answering.
Darius inhaled through his nose.
Blood, smoke, scorched stone, and cold air filled the ridge. He separated those ordinary scents almost immediately. What interested him lay beneath them- the peculiar impressions his nose received from demonic power.
The exhausted demons behind the wind were easy to judge.
The three in front were not.
The blind Kragh made his instincts tighten despite her small body. The tattooed Martial Demon was wounded, but there was something dangerous beneath the blood and fatigue.
Then there was the one-horned demon.
