The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, shattered crystal columns pierce through the air like they've been exploded from the earth below, sending jagged shards everywhere... Dense, pulsating mist swirls around the site, smelling heavy with damp earth and decaying vegetation. A levitating, half-eroded obelisk hangs above the destruction, somehow reflecting an inverted image of its own crumbling state - the obelisk above is whole, while the one on the ground is shattered. Air's thick with the electric charge of a storm that never comes.