When Dahlia broke free, the rocks fell and water rushed and swirled about. The girl was buffeted about in the chaos and all she could do was grin and bear it until things finally calmed down. Even once they did though, her circumstances were far from simple.
Currently she was submerged and she had no idea of the geometry of these lower floors. The plan was always to avoid them like the plague, and so now she found herself lost in a pitch black labyrinth with her only plan of escape being 'go up'. She could at least be thankful that she hadn't ended up even further down, but being happy about that is like saying 'I sure am glad I got stabbed in the gut rather than the throat'. The situation, no matter how one looked at it, was very bad.
