The tunnel seemed endless. The weight of the ocean pushed back, crammed inside of the rocks with her as it bled through her protective barriers. Air miles behind her and miles ahead. She was trapped with Sirens in her wake, and shadows closing in. Perhaps it really was a trap. Sirens liked to lure their prey, after all - it was their nature. Perhaps this was just a cruel game; if they could not eat her, they would test her. Cast the witch deep into the ocean, at her own will, and watch as she pushed herself deeper into the dark. Thoughts of the shore loomed large in her mind.

Kerri.

I didn't think it would be this long. 

Focus.

I didn't think, damn it. What happened to the herbs Undilla mentioned –

Keep going, just keep going.

They never gave me any. I, we're going to drown.

Don't you say that, we're not going to drown!

Do you think they'll help if we do? Carry my body to the next cave? They're not going to eat us, they want us to drown!

They won't, they said they'd help.

It's a game. They've played us both, Gods damned us.

No. I feel it, we won't stop here.

Keep.

Pushing.

Forward.

Though it had started to pain her body, she pushed ahead, forcing water behind her, kicking hard. Kerrigan felt rage welling up from the pit of her stomach to her throat. She bared her teeth. Her marked hand started to burn and glow, the blank flesh of her palm now illuminated. The energy started its cycle, up her arm, around her chest, to the crown of her head, working with her rage. Even through the water she could hear the Sirens hissing; afraid, or angered at the sight of her power. She could not keep her resolve. She had survived this long, it would take more than Sirens now to end her life.

The water boiled and bubbled. Particles collided, splitting her off from the Sirens as it propelled her forward. She continued to swim. With a cry of rage, boiling water gushed from her mouth in bubbles, and through it all she saw the light.

Kerrigan broke the surface and craned her head to the sky. She yelled - her echo slammed into the rocks and filled the cave as her skin prickled, alive with electric. She slapped her hands onto the edge of the pool and clambered to her feet. Water dripped and streamed from her clothes as she heaved in and out huffs of air. Her gaze focussed and she saw the audience before her, as her entourage of Sirens emerged from the pool. She could not help but feel as though she had interrupted a heated discussion. Ten, twenty Sirens filled the cave, including Undilla who perched before a large rock.

Tied to the rock, bound by tight rope, dripping wet, was a hunter.

A knight.