The woman nods, regal and sedate.

And then the scenery simply changes around you. No longer in the water, no longer wet, simply standing in a large room.

It is not... An empty room.

The room is filled, piled, strewn, and stuffed with corpses. Blood is up to your ankles and on a mountain of the dead is a throne of skulls and bones, and on the throne is a man, and that man is bound in chains that stretch to the ceiling like a puppet's strings.