As he opened the double-doors, Eight found himself at the top of a winding staircase - much like the one he took onto the nineteenth floor. He might have thought it interesting that the double-doors had not been locked, rather it seemed that the mechanism had been broken beforehand. In any case, he was followed closely by Fumiko, whose smile remained static. It was impossible to tell whether she was content or bloodthirsty; she was a master at this game of deceit. If he was the spider lurking in the corner, then she was a snake hiding in the grass.
‘Are you prepared, boy?’ She would not wait for his answer, walking down the steps eagerly,
‘If you are not, then I would advise you not follow me. Her tone was sharp, despite her expression not changing, and her pace did not slow,
‘I have waited a good few years for this opportunity, and I shall not waste any time if you retreat as a mere tokin’ As if to remind him of their good relationship, however, her lips twisted into a little smile. It was clear that she valued Eight more than her words might have implied. Indeed, if he followed her, she would strike up conversation:
‘I have heard that your group has plans for the new Kina, is that right?’ As she talked, their footsteps echoed upon the ebony-black staircase,
‘Ah, I apologise if I should not have grouped you with the other foreigners, for I know that they are not all interesting like yourself. I regard some as simple fuhyo, content to be moved, but I must recognise that there is one gyokusho. Unfortunately, however, he is unable to see more than one square ahead and moves blindly, just like the narrow-minded clans. They have both fixed themselves into one viewpoint, which they cannot remove themselves from. On each side, she was illuminated by the blue-coloured wires coiled around the staircases, casting a sinister shadow over her eyes.
‘And what good does it bring? Nothing. It limits them and prevents them from seeing anything but what they want.’ ‘Mmm, what about you then?’ It looked like they were coming close to the bottom, a bright blue glow emerging from their feet.
‘Are you guided by stale faith and false morals, boy?’ As they descended further, Eight could hear whispers from the strange-looking wires whilst the blue glow became brighter and brighter.
‘Or have you opened your eyes and started thinking for yourself?’ It was not long before the glow became so bright that the blueness swallowed their vision. Indeed, all they could see was blue, engulfing their senses. And then…
As blue faded from their sight, a sprawling landscape unfurled itself upon the underground caverns. A mess of dilapidated buildings rose from carved rock, filling the claustrophobic expanse. As for Eight and Fumiko, they were left at the top of a downwards staircase, leading into this impossible Agartha. Looking over the entire complex, they saw no life or movement save for one tree-like structure, taller than a lighthouse, which touched the ceiling. It was an otherworldly thing, even in this subterranean ghost-town, glowing an ethereal blue that illuminated the entire place. Worse still, an uneasy silence hung upon the damp air, like a cemetary at midnight, broken at times with a high-pitched screaming.
If Eight listened to his instincts, he could tell that his body wanted to run away: there was something wrong with this place; it was not somewhere that should exist. He could even see that Fumiko, that ace of poker-faces, was shivering slightly despite the warm air.
It was his last chance to back away, before he entered this abandoned Naraka.
- The Underground Complex: