Felix was ready to agree, ready to move again, when the lanterns suddenly extinguished, plunging the hall into darkness. A short, choked sound escaped him as, for Felix, the sound of the rushing river surged in his ears, louder than ever before.

An instant later, bright pale green lights exploded in a sickly halo around the both of them. Each was no bigger than the palm of one's hand and shaped rather like a small flower. There were dozens hovering in the air, as bright as Felix's magic could make them, as the wild-eyed wizard himself struggled to breathe through the seizure of terror.