The spectre says nothing. He refuses to even entertain any attempts at conversation. As the mists around them fade, they reveal... destruction. As far as the eye can see. Off in the distance, giants can be seen battling, while screams and moans fill the air around them. The spirits of the dead rise around them, paying them no more than a disinterested glance before flying away to meet the fate that awaits them after this. Living ninjas in uniforms swarm over the battlefield, doing everything within their power to keep the death toll from rising. Sometimes they're even successful. The ground vibrates as a world-shattering explosion occurs far in the distance, a brilliant light filling the sky before fading. The medical corps does nothing beyond ducking and covering their heads for a moment before getting right back to earth.

Being shown something like this, it's probably predictable where he seems intent on leading his guest. But that doesn't mean he's slowing down any. Not that his pace is exactly breakneck. He moves like he knows there's no hurry.