The water pressed down on you, heavy and cold, as you struggled to stay conscious. Your lungs burned, the surface feeling impossibly far away. Just when you thought you’d run out of time, the water around you shifted, and strong arms pulled you upward. Breaking through the surface, you gasped for air, and there was Laguna, his Ether Gear still active.

He held you close, his face tense with worry. "You really don’t know when to quit, do you?"