My body tossed and tumbled through the churning waters like a frog caught in a filter pump. My left arm cramped up again, but I held on to the chain with all of my might. As I traversed the tunnel of throbbing tentacles, I could hear a barely audible but constant whimper, as if something was in pain. I caught a glance at the portal's pulsating innards as they rushed by. A lattice of raw rents and scars marred their scaled but shiny surfaces. Then it hit me. These wounds were the work of all ...