Ezain was the last to emerge from the stairs, trailing after the rest, who were already awakening and exploring the new atrium. He'd heeded Nera's warning to keep his eyes shut during the trip between realms. Though he'd been unable to see the horrors that swam about him, he could certainly hear, feel and smell them. Gods, he swore he could even [i]taste[/i] them. They had pressed around him like wolves to a carcass, yet unable to take a bite. Although Nera assured he was quite safe, Ezain was sure they'd reach out and defile every fiber of his being, if they could. 

But the next moment, the throat between the stairs finished swallowing him, ejecting him into a place very similar, but clearly not the same room from which he'd come. The terrible sensations of the passing lingered, but grew weaker with each moment. It was like waking up from a nightmare and realizing it had not been real. Or had it? Ezain quickly emptied his overactive mind of lingering visions, then gathered his bearings and moved to rejoin the more headstrong members of the group.

[i]"Hey, how many more people are we waiting on to arrive?"[/i] one of his companions asked, to no one in particular. 
"I'm it," Ezain spoke, stepping to join the group. Then, "It looks like the last room."

Turning his horned head about, Ezain could make out the four tunnels, roughly adjacent to another. They formed a 't,' like a compass rose, and two opposite each other both gave off a faint light from further how their lengths.

"I say we try one of those," he offered, pointing to the pair of lit halls. "At least we can see where they go."