The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with an electric charge as a steady hum emanates from a series of antique Tesla coils arranged around the perimeter of a cramped, ornate subterranean grotto. Umm, tiny rivulets of water trickle down the rough-hewn stone walls, merging to form a narrow, crystal-clear brook that flows into the center of the room, only to vanish into the glowing, gemstone-studded base of a colossal, crystalline statue of the demon Ammon from the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum. The atmosphere's heavy with the scent of ozone and smoldering myrrh, despite the complete stillness of the air.