Loimos splattered to the ground like a wet towel, having softened his fall with mound of gooey and bouncy rot, quickly hiding everything as he paid attention to the descent of the living, the initial ballon Rummy had pulled out was only good had breaking their fall it seemed, as she had switched to some sort of wide piece of cloth, the undead not knowing what this sort of equipment was called, or if it was even named.
The undead inspected the surroundings at once, and over a wide area, drowned in utter darkness, his senses were at their best in this environment, everything was within grasp at once, the texture, material and position of every corner, rooms and objects, nothing was a secret to him here.
He had known that the space below his feet was empty thanks to darkness awareness in the first place, the only question left was if the living had understood his actions as a simple warning, or as an attempt to kill them all using gravity.