Emery spent several hours battling the relentless streams, his body crashing and tumbling through the swirling vortex over and over again.
Each trip left him battered, his flesh nearly torn apart if not for the constant regeneration of his [Sylvian Armor]. The cold water stung his skin, the crushing force threatening to rip him apart, but Emery's determination kept him going.
"Again!"
Despite his inability to find an exit, Emery's efforts were not in vain. Slowly, he became more attuned to the currents, growing familiar with their chaotic patterns. Every time he was thrown from one tunnel to another, VIA would help keep all the data, helping him analyze the maze of swirling water. Piece by piece, he was finally able to map the layout of the tunnels.
It became clear that the tunnel streams, while appearing natural, were anything but.
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