We're all in this virtual space together.
Arundhati

You walk directly across from you, both items buzzing and hummingseemingly in confirmation with your choice. It is almost like your companionsare with you, though you know they are not. It leaves a pang of loneliness inyour heart but you continue on, both for their sacrifices and your own sake.

The next pathway contains angry coding, bouncing and reverberatingall throughout the path in a cacophony of movement. The very symbols themselvesscream out, and the sound is deafening. It makes you disoriented and without asense of balance, and it leaves you stumbling through the corridor in aswerving fashion even though the path was completely straight. There is noteven a glow to guide you.

You then feel the sorceress’s staff begin to vibrate in your hand.

What do you do?

The three of them walkedback through to the original room, Zeke grumbling about losing his jacket thewhole way. Myos and Amaya just laughed to each other, and the reed like boy wasglad to finally have a warm atmosphere surrounding them again. The trio eyedthe other two hallways suspiciously when they got back, deciding between theplush route that had Razzy at the end, and the carnal looking red one thathoused Achernar.

“I don’t like the looksof the pink one,” Amaya said, shaking her head wildly. “It looks like Empress Territoryto me.”

“But the other one hasAchernar,” Zeke muttered, earning a hard whack on his now bare back from Myos.

“I agree with Amaya, andtwo against one, so you lose,” Myos said, flicking the other’s nose.

“When did heroism becomea democracy?” Zeke asked, rubbing the offended spot and glaring down at theother.

“You’re right it’s adictatorship and I’m the leader, so get a move on,” Myos laughed, and walkedtowards the admittedly creepy, totally not having any second thoughts about,crimson hallway.

Zeke sighed and fell instep behind Myos and the giggling Amaya, treading down the new hallway directlyacross from the one they had come. It was unlike any other place on the ship,lacking the futuristic feel of cold, hard technology, as well as the Empress’ssignature pink plush. The corridor felt more natural in feel, something thatcould only be described as basic and animalistic. The aura was threatening andpredatory, like they were wandering into a wild animal’s den. The walls werecoated in a thick, viscous coat of crimson paint and textured with strange,stringy banded things that looked like veins running down the entire hallway.The ground felt soft and spongy under their feet, and Myos began to feel sick.Though the air was not aromatic in such a way to suggest they were walkingthrough flesh, the visuals were enough to make his stomach turn.

“I hope she’s okay in aplace like this,” Amaya whispered, as if she were afraid the walls werelistening.

“She’s a fighter, she’llbe fine,” Myos reassured, just as a resounding yell echoed through the tunnel.