The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense vines strangle a submerged, Gothic cathedral... Water's so murky I can barely see my own hands, but the air's kinda... charged, like before a storm. My chest is killing me, can't catch my breath... somehow, stained glass fragments in the broken windows are seeping into the water and reassembling into these... weird, jellyfish-like creatures, just... drifting upwards.