The moment Meyla stepped through the doorway everything became silent around her.
The water enveloped her, and the room was no longer blurry.
Everything was calm.
Then there was a movment, the water shifted, a strong force shoved her way from the doorway and whirled her deeper into the room.
Deeper, deeper...
A pain in the chest, the feeling of air being pushed out of her body, an enormous eye appearing in front of her, water rushing into her lungs, teeth, claws, razor fins...
Then, as if in a stroke of luck, the powerful waters sent her flying out the doorway again.
She landed at the feet of her companions, and coughed up water as if the water itself loathed being inside her lungs.
A deep voice echoed through the room.
Let the Rite of the Maelstrom... Begin.