Between freezing waters, and oxygen depravation, dying felt rather comforting. The world was getting darker by the second. It would be so easy to give up.

Surely the gods would grant him one last thought before the long slumber? The girl. Krissy Moon. His reason for coming to this perilous place. Goodbye. This would be his sunset.

Somewhere in the black, Helios didn't feel so alone. Kaz was nearby, out of the water, but still in danger. On the verge of life and death, he could hear the old mans voice. The boy could hear that condescending tone, laced with encouragement. He was right: This was no way to die.

Black turned to gold. The edge of the water seemed to glow, finger tips suddenly protruding outside the liquid wall, palms outwards.

There was no way to describe the sound of a body of water being torn open, holding back the pressure through sheer willpower. Soaking wet and barely standing, the Greek wrestled past where once the door stood, letting the magical flood retain it's shape, filling the tunnel once again.

"No one dies this day." The body was weak, but resolve tempered his spirit. Falling to his knees infront of the professor who gave him the tongue of a snake and seperated him from his love, the boy found the strength to lift the old man. "That means you, sir. We have unfinished business."