Noralei believed we were drawing close to the lair of the Dark One. The dragons were moving more slowly – cautiously. And I myself sensed a reluctance in Cluyjil to move forward. Gibley commented on this also.
I called a halt to consult with the others. But the minute we did so, we got hit with a shower of stones. Then a low rumble reverberated in the air around us. We just had enough time to take cover under our dragons before a massive boulder passed over our position. And a stench arose from somewhere ahead of us and blew back into our faces.
It effectively stopped any further singing until we passed by a steaming vent hole that was pumping out the noxious fumes.
From that point onwards the rings with the crystals came out for their imminent use.
And I could hear the cackling again.