The walls were covered in a dancing golden light, and the room was filled with the a sharp buzzing. Hitori is locked in a staring contest with the girl who had rescued him.
"You said this place is the Devil's Veins, but what were those things, and who are you?!" Hitori inquired...
"I'm Miriam, and that's all I know about myself, I can't even remember my life before venturing into this place... As for those monsters back there... I think their the humans that died here." She responded almost as puzzled as Hitori...
"It can turn the dead into monster?! How the hell am I suppose to find a way out of here?!"
"You don't... The only thing I remembered when I made it to the last step was a black door with six red eyes... So real." The hairs on Miriam's stood up at the thought.
"So I guess that's my goal then!" A flame burned in Hitori's eyes, as he clung to his will to survive.
"What do you mean?... Wait, you're planning to go back into the dark with those things are you?!"
"I can't wait for the exit to appear in front of me. That could take years!"
Miriam's eyes met his with an new found hope growing deep within them. "I might know a way to use the constant shifting of this place to our advantage, but it's risky."
"We? Does that mean you're coming with me?" His eyes sparkles with curiosity and a smile sprung across his face.
"Why else would I help you?"
"Fair point..." Hitori chuckled nervously.
"I'm going with you to get out of here, and to make sure you don't become a free meal for those things. This just business, got that!" She remarked as she took a step or two away from Hitori, a faint blush forming on her face.
"Um, I guess. What other way would this be?" Hitori basked in the quality of his acting skills.
"Whatever. Let's get going!" Miriam exclaimed in avoidant.
"Yeah, let's go!" Hitori proclaimed as a battle-hungry grimace became edged along his facial features...
Elsewhere, the air was laced thick with silence and tension around a wide round-table in a room housing nine individuals, who exchanged glares with one another. The walls of the high ceiling room were partially covered by shelves holding tones of various sizes, thickness, and colors. As they laid in wait, the colossus double doors parted to reveal a young man. With every step the tension in the room lessened under the pressure of his presence. His hair, eyes, and robe were of the purest white.
"I'm glad that you all made it on." His warm and relaxed smile contradicted his presence.
"I'm just about ready to get out of here, You guys can handle yourself, I have my own people to worry about." A blonde-haired man wearing a suit of opal-encrusted silver armor proclaimed boldly as he got up from his seat.
A force equivalent to three times the force of gravity spread around the table, locking everyone except the white-haired man into a state of paralysis.
"Eraviel... I've allowed your bad behavior to carry on for too long, haven't I?" The white-haired man said in a calm, but malicious tone as he approached his seat. No words of protest exited their mouths. As the white-haired man sat down, the gravity in the room return to normal. Eraviel sat in his embarrassment.
"Anyone else wants to leave?" The man asked acting oblivious to what he just did. "No, Lord Airow." They responded collectively.