They'd done all that they could. At least, from what Kanji could see. He'd passed by numerous bodies of local fauna mutated by the Madness, unmoving, destroyed utterly by the combative efforts of the Shibusen agents sent to clear out the tunnels. With his path lit by the luminescent mushrooms, Kanji could only see shapeless heaps, step through their gore as it spilled openly from wounds both fresh and aged. The smell... it could not be described.

But it was something else entirely that turned his stomach, caused his head to pound incessantly, his mind filled with the whispers and giggles of voices he could and yet could not recognize. The voices would not stop no matter what he did, only seemed to get worse as he grew closer to what he assumed was the chamber that held the Emitter itself. Surely he could turn back and make his way out, but something compelled him to move at a steady pace, his long stride carrying him over puddles of standing water, that gore as he sought just one more foe to fight, one more twisted, faceless bastard to tear apart. To focus on the fight was to temporarily drive away the voices, his pounding headache, smooth the static in the resonance he had with his partner right now.

"You pickin' up anything else? 's too damn quiet here..." He spoke through their link with as much control as he could muster, his breathing starting to become labored again as he felt another mild panic setting in. In his eyes, it looked as if the mushrooms were going dark, one by one.