The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly crystal tendrils are wrapping around a sunken, Art Deco-style skyscraper in the middle of the ocean, with iridescent sigils from the Book of Lies etched into its walls. Like, the air's thick with an oily smell and the sound of quietly creaking metal echoes through the stillness. Water pressure is crushing, and the darkness is only illuminated by a faint, pulsating glow emanating from the building's core, which seems to be pulling schools of bioluminescent fish towards it in swirling, hypnotic patterns. The skyscraper's peak is somehow still on fire, despite being completely underwater.