"The dragon lies deeper," Raum says, pointing with his wing towards the corridor Damon is entering. "It's hidden behind others, who went mad waiting for the King. They won't let you pass easily. Twisted memories of the Fairest of Lands will bar your way, too. I would have found the dragon myself, but I couldn't get past them."
As Damon creeps through the cave, the oppressive heaviness of the air only grows thicker. The petrified subterranean forest gives way to what looks like a layer of mud, with thick fog gathered around it. Throughout the fog, maniacal laughter and sounds of battle can be heard. Cries, shouts, clash of metal and discharge of sorcery.