Draco began to sense something. An ending, possibly to that of his duration as the Waiting One. There were others, it seemed, looking for him or this room. One had touched the darkness that resided in this powerful place and recoiled from it, despite the barriers that were in place.
Others had searched before, but with little more than a cursory inspection that had been assuaged by the touch of the barriers. He felt two more touch these barriers, and left a thought in their heads. What if this thing could make me more powerful?