Under the shroud of the cobwebs, the walls of the passage here are marked with an undulating, wave-like texture. Here and there along the corridor, the current is broken up by instances of swirling eddies and the rudimentary figures being tossed in them. Luckily, though they've clearly been carefully etched, the grime and age have reduced any cutting capacity the dark waves might originally have had.

As they travel further, they'll slowly become aware of a faint sound: their own footsteps. It grows more definitive with each step they take as if whatever has broached this chamber to open it to wear has also weakened the muffling pall cast over the rest of the temple. Even the light of Tony's anchor extends nominally better here.

Eventually, the passage opens up into a large chamber. A great stationary figure waits at its center for them with a further shadowy shape arcing over it. But before they can get a good look at the architectural elements of the room, a distinctly unpleasant skittering pierces the quiet.