Zorian did not know how to describe it. It wasn’t really a wail in the human sense, but the sound was loud, repetitive, and pitiful. All the chameleon drakes were doing it in unison. It was like the entire group was cursing the heavens for abandoning them.
“Damn, these things are actually making me feel a little sorry for them,”
Daimen complained. “I kind of feel like a villain.”
“They’re not crying,” Zorian said, a terrible realization growing in the back of his head. “They’re calling for help. Summoning assistance.”
“They’re what?” Daimen frowned. “Kirma, can you check—”
The entire group stumbled as a tremor shook the earth beneath them, centered on the cenote.
“What the hell was that!?” Daimen demanded. It wasn’t clear who he was talking to, but it was Kirma who eventually answere
