He nodded, not speaking, just tired, angry, and frustrated. His usual status now that the personality fragments were coming back together, but it was, according to everyone else, a good thing. He sighed again before leaning into the hug, not speaking, just heading down the stairs to the next level.<br/><br/>He got to the base of it, and sighed as he looked about. The room was completely, totally, and utterly dark. Even darkvision didn't seem to want to work properly, as he could get an idea on how big the room was, but not the usual amount of details. His sense of smell, hearing, feeling, and blind sense seemed dampened a bit, and he looked about, taking his time checking the room before slowly stepping in. He glanced up first, but the ceiling was as solid looking as the walls, with interesting patterns carved into it, though the floor only had the pattern near the walls. It almost looked like someone had tried to make the room look like it made out of insect carapaces, but he couldn't hear anything, no matter how he strained. No breathing, no heartbeat, not even the noise of sinew and muscles moving. It was distinctly odd. His beyonder vision was also empty, which was normal when there wasn't anything around to threaten him. It would react to undead and constructs, as well as even some of his machines, but this room was apparently devoid of the energy it reacted to.<br/><br/>He glanced back at Ama and shrugged, the staircase already visible across the room. It looked to be about a kilometer across and wide, and about ten meters tall, which was big. If he hadn't been paying attention to the level numbers, he would almost think this was a boss room. He looked around again, before slowly picking his way across the room, idly keeping an eye out, noting that, the further he moved across the room, the more he could see. It wasn't a true darkness, it was more like it had some energy waveform that naturally deadened his senses. He could see that the pattern on the wall wasn't only repeated near the walls, but it seemed to crisscross back and forth across the floor. He paused as he came to one of the pattern paths, and reached down, carefully touching it, but it felt just like the stone he was standing on. He turned back to Ama and shrugged. "Alright, I am honestly stumped. I have no idea what the challenge here is, other than maybe not going into paranoid hysterics."<br/><br/>He shrugged again, and turned around just in time to see a long string of slime descend down from the ceiling, splatting into the ground with a disgusting squelch, followed by a gentle hissing. He sighed, before rubbing his eyes and then looking up. "Oh, you have got to be shitting me..."<br/><br/>The ceiling pattern was moving, unfolding and detaching from the rest of the ceiling pattern, hundreds of four armed creatures with more teeth than several generations of the Osmond family had, and each of their limbs ended in three claws that looked so sharp he half expected to cut himself just looking at them. The one that had nearly drooled on him hissed softly, before dropping the ten meters to the floors, making a good foot deep crater as it landed, before it hissed at him again. "Dense, close combat insectoid. Likely a hive mind. Still can't sense the damn thing even when it is right in front of me. And even more interesting, no aura."<br/><br/>He glanced up, as dozens more began dropping around them, and glanced at Ama, an evil grin crossing his face. "You ain't scared of the dark, are you?"