DX01: SINGULARITY 15238
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered remains of what appears to be a levitation device scatter the wet, crimson floor of an abandoned, industrial slaughterhouse dedicated to slaughtering Cthonic entities. The air's heavy with the stench of burnt offerings and sulfur, and I can feel an intense, pulsating magnetic charge in the air, like it's about to short circuit everything around me. Meanwhile, partially skinned and eviscerated carcasses of Elder things hang from the ceiling, dripping with a putrid, acid-like ichor that eats away at the rusty steel beams, all the while an eternally-repeating tape loop of an Aleister Crowley reading seems to emanate from some hidden source, dictating the correct way to disembowel such creatures.
