Instead of hitting the water, the surface of the lake turned black, hardening in a blur. Ashe fell onto her forearms, grunting as the world around her changed into something else entirely. The ground was cold against her skin. Obsidian or black marble? It didn't matter to Ashe. She scrambled to push herself up into a sitting position, her eyes wide and darting around wildly, like she was scared of what she'd see if she turned her head.
A sigh sounded from behind her, tinged with something like regret. They spoke, and their tone was dry, an attempt at humor. It landed like a lead balloon.
"That's on me, isn't it?"