Agnasci's mind and soul are battered and beaten. He drifts in the water, only a few moments now, but it seems like a long, sunny day at the beach. His body relaxes, and the thought of surrender seems to peaceful. He's vaguely aware of commotion around him, but soon, thankfully, it will all be over.
He's curious, though. Just who, or what, has done this to him?
It doesn't matter. Relax. Rest.
But the gnawing urge won't go away. He has to know.
His eyes blink open, and the severity of the situation crashes into him. His skin tingles with cold. His lungs ache with the effort of holding his breath. He has only moments to live, but he wont die without looking into the face of the naked void. Something is here. Something big. And Agnasci wants to know what it is.
Agnasci casts Third Eye. If time permits, he also casts Sense Consciousness.