A stylized figure holding a sword sinks through deep, dark blue water with light filtering from the surface.

You are drowning. The water roils, dragging you down, and you are tired, so tired. The deep, dark ocean has gotten into your lungs, droplets of ink dispersing in silver blood. This time, you think, this time It has won. But when you look up, you see a figure diving toward you, fighting their way down through the suffocating waves, reaching out just like you've reached out to them, so many times before. You have so little strength left, but you do have it, that last gasp of air in your chest. You reach back—and in your hand is a sword. See more