'Yes,' Jiso said. 'They're moving up. Slowly. Like they're not sure what's up here.'
'They followed our heat signatures through the building,' Cael said. 'They know something warm is up here, they don't know what.'
'Is that useful?'
He looked at the corridor. At the building's incorporated walls. At his skill list.
'Maybe,' he said. 'Get behind me and keep calling their positions.'
The stairwell door was at the end of the corridor, fifteen metres away. He stood at the twelve metre mark, which gave him three metres of corridor behind him and twelve metres of running room and no good options and the particular cold clarity he'd found in the collapsing dungeon six weeks ago that still surprised him every time it arrived.
'First one is at the second floor landing,' Jiso said, from behind
