The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-splattered cow carcasses are strewn about a massive, ancient stone slaughterhouse, the air thick with the stench of rot and death. Like, a steady stream of crimson fluid pours from a rusted, iron pipe system into a festering pit filled with maggots and rotting entrails, while a sickly yellow mist hangs low over the ground. Uh, the sky above appears to be some twisted, mirror reflection of the cavern below, as if the very fabric of reality has been folded in on itself, with stars twinkling in the darkness of the pit. A massive, crystalline blade rises from the center of the slaughterhouse, slowly vibrating with an otherworldly energy.