Kiang Li would soon find that he has been taken into another labyrinth, another maze, but without the disturbing feats and monstrosities. It was a sea of confusions, deceptions made to wash away the sanities left in the Shinobi's mind. But the mask's properties had neglected them, all the unpredictable turns that would otherwise make him lose his mind's composure. There was a faint glow in the distance, the light in the dark, the sanctuary in between dangers, that welcomed those that wandered. There was a group's silhouettes that blocked the light. The silhouette of a woman stood behind a group of four people and a robed man that walked into the square light. It was an open door, the light, and it was still worth risking the ninja's life just to sneak up and see why they were here, and to find what might be evidence to the Summoner's intents.
The butler seemed to look at the demon-handed man without much intent for that his face was no more. The souls seemed to gather behind the cage's gates, standing next to the twisted old man, and they seemed to look at the old man with a truly-plain face; they had no faces. The old man's body trembled before the souls that would soon consume him but to his surprise, they knelt. His hands let go of the cage's bars, looking at the Harbinger, as he stepped away slightly. He reached out his arms, and soon words of insanity began to erupt from his foul mouth:
"Horrors beyond imaginations lay within This That We Call Home. And you will be ONE OF THEM!" he said, tone rising by the end of every word. By the end of his sentence, the cage seemed to be empty; nothing was left in it. It was just like a fade. It was gentle, but it was thorough.