R'lyeh (Cont.)

All around them, they saw a room devoted to insanity. Ahead of them was a statue of the King In Yellow, a hunched figure clad in tattered, yellow rags, who wore a smooth and featureless mask. On the walls were symbols designed to drive people mad, cause people to lose their clarity and attack others. The entire room was non-Euclidean.
"I recognise that! That's Hast-"
"Idiot! Don't say his name! Have you forgotten what we have learned, Ilran?"
"Forgive me, Haythan. It was a moment of folly."
"One big moment! If Haythan didn't stop you from saying his name, we would be screwed, utterly and completely."
"At any rate Lianor, our companion has, as astutely as ever, identified He Who Must Not Be Named. And, I believe that drawing on the wall is the Feaster From Afar."
"Well, we ought to see what the puzzle is this time."
They spread out through the room, searching for any clues as to how to proceed to the next room. The room was strangely, dark. Very dark. In fact, the trio were wondering how they had managed to see anything at all in the first place in this pitch black darkness.
"Um, is it just me, or is anyone else's protective amulet getting hot?"
"Oh crap. I think this place is actually devoted to Zushakon."
They started to feel an itch at their eyes, slowly increasing in strength.
"Dark Silent One! We are devotees of your half-uncle Cthulhu! Half-brother of your progenitor, He Who Must Not Be Named!" Lianor shouted into the darkness, "We come to break the spell over R'lyeh and bring forth all the Great Old Ones! If you impede our progress, you are only destroying your chance for freedom! We thus beseech you, bring us forth into the next room, Old Night! The stars are right, Silent One!"
The itch on their eyes, which threatened to compel them to gouge their eyes out, lessened and stopped.
"That... was a helluva scary!"
"Yeah, lucky Lianor managed to keep her head clear."
"Thank you, but we should have expected something like this. Zushakon is the dark one and his progenitor was Ha- Uh, I mean He Who Must Not Be Named so Zushakon hiding under a facade of his progenitor, we should have expected that!"
As they were speaking, the darkness slowly lifted and as it vanished, they were in another room altogether.
"Well well well, what have we here this time, gentlemen?"