The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, giant crystal... stalactites are hanging from... the ceiling of a massive, hollow asteroid... Smells like, uh, burned rubber, I guess... yawn... It's like, super humid in here, air's really thick... BLADE shout's still echoing in my head... or is it?... Umm... These tiny, mechanical worms are crawling all over the crystals, leaving behind trails of... pixels, I think... Echo, gotta... keep going... yawn... Wait, what was I saying?...