Above the cleft the water was whipped to intense brilliance as the
nightmare monsters converged on the spot where the spear had fallen.
"What is it?" Barry yelped.
Xintel laughed and threw her arms around his neck. "The curse, Barry!
The curse Komso put upon us!"
"Huh?" he grunted.
"Everyone knows those beasts follow the smell of blood, and that a man
wounded in the Outside is as good as dead. They follow other smells
too!"
At once he understood. "So Komso's curse is some powerful lure that
will bring every monster within miles to attack, but has a smell we
ourselves can't detect."