The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, crystalline spires rise from the seafloor of a murky, gray-brown ocean, surrounded by slow-moving schools of bioluminescent fish. The water pressure's crushing and it smells of salt and decaying seaweed... I'm starting to feel lightheaded again from my injuries and the weight of the water. Uh, the ley lines from the salt flat seem to be connected to these spires, which are emitting a constant, pulsing hum that's almost synchronized with my own heartbeat. A massive, submerged pyramid looms in the darkness, covered in pulsing, hieroglyphics-like symbols that seem to be rewriting themselves as I watch.