The shadow constructs will make it a bit ahead of the group, revealing that it quickly opens into a large underground room, filled with fog and glowing red light. Not long after that, though, the constructs will decay - breaking apart as if they fallen to dust.

The wind pushes the fog around, and while it clears the air a bit, there isn't much space to push it away to. Everything in here is filled with it, like the inside of a burning house. You can't escape the smoke completely unless you leave.

The dryness of the fog will progress to a prickly itch as they pause to observe, though the relative clearness of the spot helps a bit. Still, it doesn't seem to function exactly as fog would - it's magical, after all.

The sound of something massive moves up ahead, its mere presence enough to shake the foundations. Gon will feel an awareness come upon him, though it isn't entirely friendly. Despite his assurances, there seems to be something else pushing back again him - and his close spiritual presence causes his soul to burn.

"It is Death," Ignatius says, and the way it shakes him shows in his voice, despite him trying to pull back. "You..." He looks at Rita, a certain desperation in his glance. "We won't last here for long. We have to act now!"