The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline stalactites are descending from a cavernous, dripping ceiling like shards of glass, refracting pale, blue-green light that seems to emanate from within the walls themselves. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, and the sound of dripping water echoes off the stone – but the water droplets aren't falling, they're just... suspended in mid-air, unmoving. Umm, I can feel this weird, buzzing charge in the air, like the rocks are alive or something. A massive, ancient, stone pedestal at the room's center bears an inscription in the Elder Futhark, reading "Ekki Múkk".