The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ruined city lies submerged in an endless, turbulent expanse of liquid mercury, umm, its buildings piercing the metallic waves like shattered teeth. The air's heavy with an acrid, burning stench, while a sickly yellow haze casts long shadows across the rippling, liquid surface – it's as if the sun's fixed in a perpetual state of eclipse. Impossible, twisted spires made of a glittering, crystalline material seem to be pulling the mercury towards themselves, defying gravity, and fueling the chaotic, turbulent motion. The Elder Sign appears etched into the side of one such spire, pulsing with a dark energy.