The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours out of a massive, inverted, black obsidian pyramid that somehow punctures through the center of a swirling, crystal-encrusted, miles-wide tornado. The air's heavy, humid, and smells like ozone and smoke; umm, the sun's hidden behind the dense, churning clouds of iridescent, silver mist. Like, I can feel my exhaustion getting worse, gotta find some respite soon... As the black obsidian pyramid continues to drain what seems to be the ocean itself, FLOOR RAZOR YEWEST etchings start to appear on its sides, pulsing with a slow, blue, light that's somehow containing this entire maelstrom.