Wrapped in the currents of Ramasitia, Fisher gasped for breath as if it were being stripped away from him, his nostrils filled with the salty tang of seawater.
He first felt a whirl of dizziness, then found himself surrounded by seeming pitch darkness, endless depths all around him. Innumerable pressures bore down, as if a giant hand had dragged him into a bottomless abyss.
Yet in the next moment, the pressure around him vanished abruptly, and his body lightened, floating towards the water's surface and bursting forth from the sea that had imprisoned him.
Immediately after, Fisher came to as if awakening from the brink of drowning, greedily breathing in the fresh air.
Soaked through, he had no idea where Ramasitia had teleported them; he only knew he was floating in the water.
The environment was pitch-black. It took a while for Fisher's eyes to adjust to the darkness before he recognized the familiar surroundings.
