The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: ...Uh, massive chunks of ice are just suspended in the air, frozen in time, like they were blasted out of the ground and never fell back down. I'm surrounded by this endless, dark expanse of some ancient, abandoned research facility - or like, what's left of it - and the air is freezing, but there's this weird, pungent smell of... uh, camphor, I think? It's really hard to see, but in the distance, I can just make out this huge, stone statue of the Ekaltu, some ancient Sumerian demon, and its eyes seem to be staring directly into my goddamn soul...