You are sailing across the endless deep ocean of Level 7 on your makeshift raft. You hope it can make it close enough to any sort of exit so you can finally escape this thalassophobic hell. Suddenly, your heart sinks as you feel something bump underneath your raft, tilting it upwards slightly. The end of a spear rises out of the water, soon by some kind of entity's head. Its glowing blue eyes pierce right into yours with displeasure.

"You are in my territory."