The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, blood-red kelp hangs from the ceiling of an ancient underwater temple, umm, like it's frozen in time. Water flows in through a gaping entrance, somehow pulling gemstones etched with Elder Futhark runes toward the heart of the structure – it smells like saltwater, seaweed, and a hint of something acrid. Air feels thick, pressurized, and it's near darkness outside the entrance... I'm fighting to stay conscious, fatigue clawing at my vision like a physical thing. Shafts of faint sunlight somehow filter in from above, casting an eerie glow on everything.