It's too late for Zangetsu to try and stop Rita from doing something that, even by his standards, is extraordinarily stupid. There's a woosh of water, some low-key panic in his gut (not again, not ever again--!), and then Ignatius, the ashes that were definitely still Strange, and the circle of flame are gone.

And his clothes, hair, and feathers are sopping wet, as well as Strange's bag. He sure hopes there's nothing that can be ruined in there. He shoots Rita a withering glare, but says nothing to her. He has to get back to camp and make sure Strange's belongings are taken care of. He speaks to no one in particular, almost announcing his inner thoughts. "We should get back to the Carnival and we can start workin' on a plan to get back Strange and Lapis Lazuli there. Clearly it ain't safe out here."

He turns to look the direction they came and what little color he has in his face drains. Now, he actually does address those present.

"Uh. Hate to interrupt, but..." he points down the corridor he'd come from, which just a few minutes ago showed a clear path back to the carnival, all familiarity and light. Now -- it was black as pitch. "That... is different than it was."