The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... shattered glass and twisted metal cover the ground like a sea of sharp, glinting rocks. I'm experiencing some... pretty intense pain right now, everything's starting to blur, but it's like... an ancient temple's somehow merged with the mangled hull of an airship, a fusion of ancient stone and rusted metal. Outside, I hear this constant low hum, the air's charged with electricity, and what looks like a flock of razor-sharp, crystalline shards is orbiting a slowly rotating obsidian obelisk rising out of the wreckage, radiating an otherworldly light that casts no shadows.