The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, the sun is overhead, and its light is filtering down through this massive, iridescent dome that seems to be made of shifting, liquid crystal. Umm, the air's thick with an electric charge, and the smell of burning copper's wafting through. I see a sprawling, abandoned laboratory, with banks of broken, pulsing machinery lining the walls, and what looks like an antique, ornate furnace at its center - the sign above it says "Athanor's Furnace" in letters that seem to be made of pure, burning flame. The silence is absolute, except for a faint, whispery chanting echoing from the machinery.