The stench is of rotting flesh is acrid yet sickly sweet ,its the sort of smell you can taste and sticks to every fibre of you. For the shade its just another scent,although the body it is encompassing fights to prevent itself wretching violently. Unlike the shadows above, down here the darkness is quiet, unusually so for this place, however it makes things substantially easier for the shade. It reaches out in both directions it realises that this area is even larger than the one before, unable to see or hear any sign of the man Dirae requested they track it begins to to make its own route through the darkness. Seeing is no obstacle and at a point somewhere in the distance there appears to be a platform suspended in midair. Once certain of its direction the shade simply slithers through through the pitch black. A keen eye might notice something shifting slightly, something blacker than it surroundings like a negative will 'o the wisp, it seems to absorb any light that falls on it. Once it reaches the obstacle of the maze of statues and rubble it pauses finding a section walled off by fallen statues. The shade begins disperse into a fine black cloud spiralling then quite suddenly is blown out then sucked back in, vanishing from sight, leaving Dirae to drop short distance to the floor. Instinctively she curls into a ball, her consciousness not yet returned.