Atnem walked along the beach of this blood red sea. He had felt drawn to this place. There was something out here that needed his attention. But what? There was nothing to be found for miles. "I have to go out there." He thought. "Maybe even down there." He dove into the water, struggling against it, trying to go deeper. The salt burned his eyes. It was pointless. He gasped for air, getting a breath full of water instead. He swam back to the beach, coughing up water, trying to breathe again. "That was stupid. If only I could grow some gills. Surely there's some sort of magic that can get me down there."

"Hmm, four to five minutes. I don't imagine that's enough time to travel to the ocean floor and back. Still, it's better than where I'm at now." He stood up, no longer caring about the water in his lungs. "What do you have in mind?"

Atnem shrugged. "It's worth a shot. At the very least we can check it out and see if it's worth investigating further." He grabbed his gear and walked to the water's edge. "Well then, ready when you are."

Atnem chuckled. These two were always good company. "Alright half-vamp, show us what you've got."

"Two spells are better than one, I suppose. Alright, sounds like a plan. You two do the hard work and I'll watch for bad guys. Don't expect to find much alive in there, though. It's awfully salty. Sharp Eye!" His eyes seemed to glow slightly, and he could see a littler deeper into the water. "Can we go now? Or are we waiting for someone else to show up and cast a fancy spell?"