This was a pitiful way to come awake.
Everything had happened in a blur, and the next thing I knew my vision was dark and swimming. One detail did cut through, though: I was gagging, and a steady weight of fluid was forcing its way down my throat.
My eyes shot open onto a boundless dark of water. The cold hit all at once, callous and total, and I didn't have the room to so much as shiver before I felt myself drifting… slow, but certainly deeper into the ocean.
Somewhere in the murk of my own head, I fought to get a sensible grip on what was happening to me.
First: one of my legs was shattered. Second: a very large gate had opened above me. And third — the part I liked least — I had most likely been sucked straight through it.
And it was a peculiar gate.
'What kind of Spirit Gate just dumps a man underwater?'
