The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: ...Blood-soaked, ancient wrestling arena... Umm, air's heavy, smells like rot... the sky's a deep, burnt orange... I think the sun's setting. I was trying to find those spiral fossils for Elara, she was... important, but I don't think I can... keep going. The seats are, like, overgrown with vines, and there's this giant, crystalline structure in the center of the arena... just piercing through the air, and the ground beneath it is, like, seething with maggots... Elara, my sister... weak cough.