While Tony was busy solving their dilemma, Wanda remained hovering in the air with her eyes squeezed shut against another wave of nausea as she imagined drowning in blood. Closing her eyes only made things worse because now all of her senses were overwhelmed by the hum of that energy calling to her, rising to a pounding in her head and her body like she could hear it and there was another loud crash but it was lost in the cacophony raging in her head. It wasn't until she felt something pattering onto her hair and running down her face that she opened her eyes again and the noise in her mind abated but didn't die. The ceiling was dripping blood now- no, the room had moved. Wanda put her barrier up, a bubble filled with smoky air, the magical energy crackling as blood dripped down on it from above.
Tony's announcement got her attention again and she felt a swell of relief as she too noticed the outline against the wall (floor? this was so disorienting) and descended to land beside Tony, the roiling cesspool lapping at her shield. This was their ticket out of here if they could figure out how it opened and at least now he'd bought them more time as the room's rotation seemed to slow the hemorrhaging from the walls. Wanda would wonder later if it was just a matter of timing or if, maybe, the room had read her mind because no sooner had she thought that then a renewed hiss sounded from the holes far over their heads, synchronous with a grinding from the hieroglyphic wall. A renewed torrent of blood suddenly rained down from above as the wall Tony stood before began to inch its way forwards through the rising gore. In moments the pool had risen about to Wanda's waist and the wall behind them was slowly but surely closing in on them. Then the last of the flames burned out.
In the dark with the room filling and growing smaller Wanda felt panic coming on and she couldn't breathe. Even with her eyes opened wide she heard the triumphant pounding of the thing in her brain intensified and she sucked in deep breaths like she was already drowning. They were going to die here. They needed to get out. They needed to get out and there was still a door if they could just see it. If Tony could see it, she knew- she knew- he could get them out of this. Wanda could give him light, she'd done it before. She flicked out her finger tips and sent out a hex bolt that hit the oil floating on the surface of the blood and flared up, fire flaring to life around them, sending new plumes of smoke swirling towards the ceiling. The blood was up to her neck now, splashing flames against her shield with every move she made.