Amakusa sat up as well, and his master was still in his lap. He glanced around, trying to determine exactly what circle they were in. It was a dry landscape, sand everywhere, and the faint sounds of the sinners and the damned screaming all around them. It was the sounds of agony, of complete pain- and it was unsettling to him to say the least. He looked off into the distance, and a ways away the ground stopped and there was a gigantic lake, but it wasn't water in the lake- it was blood. The blood was bubbling and boiling, and there were people in there, coming up for air only to sink back down and never come up again.

"....Hah... I'm almost curious as to what her idea of a good fragment is when this is just a trial for love," Amakusa noticed that she grabbed her head and was a little dizzy, so when he stood up- he grabbed her arm and helped her to stand as well.

"I don't think we'll just have to climb out, knowing that witch she has set up some obstacles here and there, stay close to me." He grabbed her hand and the two of them began to walk through the sand, the ground made of stone- and there were ruined structures all around them. Even when he glanced up at the sky, it was an orange color, the clouds swirling around and blocking any view of above.