When Yami opened his eyes, he was in a different room altogether. His temples were throbbing and he couldn't see straight. He could make out a shadowed form kneeling in front of him. Yami blinked as his vision cleared. He had expected to see Runihura standing over him, smirking wickedly, but he saw Anubis sitting by his side like a concerned friend instead. Anubis smiled gently.

"You have awakened. I worried while you slept. You were having fever dreams."

Yami pushed himself into a sitting position with the aid of the kind vampire. "What happened? Where is Runihura?" His voice suddenly filled with massive rage and worry. He seized Anubis' shoulders and shook him lightly. "WHERE IS YUGI?!" he screamed.

Anubis' face was completely calm. "He is not here. You needn't worry."

Yami released him and leaned back on the wall behind him. "Then he's okay?"

"I...cannot say."

Yugi's guardian frowned. "What's been going on Anubis?"

"You must promise to stay calm."

"I will."

Anubis crossed his legs and rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward a little bit. "Then I shall tell you of the events that occurred while you slept..."

Dark veins began pulsing out of the museum, shaking the ground violently in random spurts. Hanging on to a pole was the only thing Anubis could do to stay on his feet. Large crevasses ripped open the earth to reveal the raging fires of the Underworld, the God of the Dead's domain. Osiris' deadly soul collectors, transparent bat-like creatures, flooded out of the ground, snatching human souls wherever they could find them. The ones that had claimed souls to sacrifice to their Master flew back into the Underworld to deliver them to Abyss where Osiris could access them whenever he wished it. Soulless humans never lived long. They quite literally turned to ash and blew away in the wind.

Anubis didn't have to open the front doors. They had been torn down. He could smell Runihura's blood here, proof that the two of them had come this way. He merely had to follow that coppery scent to the entrance of the Shrine. Even the museum had begun to become twisted, like Osiris' heart, and the walls took on the appearance of the inside of a human's body. Large dark purple veins pumped life through to the Shrine constantly; with each step Anubis took, he left behind a puddle of black blood. Every door he opened shrieked as if he had hurt it and they all looked the same. But he knew when he opened the wrong door and continued onward until he reached a room that looked different from the others. It actually looked like a normal room in the museum, with the exception of a large winged demon, asleep, in front of the entrance Yami and Runihura had used to gain access to the only place more horrible than the Underworld.

Its black eyes cracked open when Anubis approached. It remained in its sleeping position as he spoke to it.

"Nightmare, please open the entrance."

Nightmare, the guardian demon, took two steps to the left slowly and moved no more.

"I cannot get by."

"That is no concern of mine," Nightmare hissed.

"You do not understand; I must get inside."

"Your reason?"

"You are aware of Lord Osiris' resurrection, correct? It is to occur in an hour. If I am not inside he cannot awaken again. He requires all of his loyal ones—"

"I know these things, but I sense no loyalty to my Master in your heart. You are lying to me and you may not enter."

Anubis bared his fangs. "Do you recall what happened the last time you accused me of treachery? I believe that I had torn you into many pieces. I know that you will be reborn ten minutes after your death but it is still a painful process. This time, I shall devour your heart and you will not return. Either you move or you die."

The guardian was obviously shaken but did not move. "You wouldn't dare! You would be poisoned."

Anubis' fingers cracked as he clenched and unclenched his fists. "True. But your poison can easily be bled out." He put on a façade of insanity and hunger, approaching the demon slowly. "I can hear your heart beating...faster...faster...your blood is pumping through your veins wildly..." The vampire's eyes were enveloped in a red mist, the highest sign of danger he could express. A wide fanged grin spread across his face, fangs glistening hungrily in the darkness. "Come now...just a little taste..."

Nightmare finally began to panic and gave in to the vampire's demands. "All right, all right! I'll open the door, just leave me be!"

The red mist faded from Anubis' eyes and he stood still, waiting for the demon to open the doorway. Nightmare turned and thrust his hands into the wall and pulled out a large fragment of it. Icy black tendrils crept out of the entrance but Anubis pressed forward without fear, casting Nightmare an evil glance as he passed by. When he heard the doorway seal behind him, Anubis chuckled.

"He always was easy to fool. I just hope that I am not too late."