The pit is a dim morose hollow. Vines creep, carrying decomposing bodies with skulls and dead skeletons all around them each in various stages of decay. The scent of rot fills the air while the petal-laden flowers bathe the atmosphere in a deceptive beauty.

Chōbei, rugged with scars, struggles as the vines entangle him. With his brute strength he frees himself and his trapped weakened brother Tōma from the strangling tendrils.

Above a silhouette looms above blocking the faint light.