The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... an endless expanse of jagged obsidian formations stretch out like a dark sea, punctuated by flashes of bright lightning that cast an eerie blue glow over the fractured landscape. Air's crisp, with this pungent smell of ozone, and I can hear this weird, sustained whine that's like, making my eardrums ache. Shafts of morning sunlight pierce through the cracks, illuminating a massive, crystalline temple slowly sinking into the ground - and it's just being swallowed whole, like the obsidian's alive and hungry. In the center of the temple, Pazuzu's symbol seems to be feeding off this otherworldly energy...