The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline structures are jutting out from the ground in this lunar regolith plain, casting long shadows in the bright, midday sunlight. The air's pretty thin, with a faint metallic tang, and I can feel this gentle, buzzing charge like... my clothes are statically clingy or something. A huge, perfect replica of the sigil of Asmodeus is somehow embedded into the cratered terrain, and I can see what looks like liquid methane slowly seeping out of the center and pooling around it, even though it's definitely above freezing out here.