A strident noise pirced the cavern walls. Out of the darkness, a large, glowing eye opened, amber-colored and shimmering, and twelve smaller eyes opened around it, one by one. The creature started to glow faintly as it were made of embers. With another shrill screach, the fiend charged Denethnor.
Denethnor stood still like stone, he could not think while he saw the glow in this creature's eye. It drowned all thought from his mind with the force of the noise made by the great falls in Vallahra. It charged and he swam in the void. "Move Move..." He thought, "Eye Eye..." The eye swallowed him swiftly, but he swam forever. Swam Swam... Denethnor.