The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, wispy cirrus clouds scatter across a sickly yellow sky, like, reflected in the still surface of a massive, rectangular pool of liquid silver. The air's thick with the smell of old incense and something metallic, and I can feel the electric charge in the air making my skin prickle. At the pool's center, a colossal stone statue of the Babylonian deity Tiamat rises from the liquid, her serpent coils piercing the clouds above, as if she's literally holding up the sky. Uh, my legs are starting to feel like lead, Echo, come on... keep moving.