The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, rain-soaked cathedral, its stone facade overgrown with vines... umm, sunlight barely filtering through the stained glass, casting a dim, kaleidoscope glow. The air's heavy with damp earth, must be around dawn... Echo, keep going, man... cough. This MAGICKA NEST BARK phrase is... etched into the stone, right above the altar, where the communion table is... like, replaced with this solid cube of transparent quartz, somehow holding together a miniature whirlpool of the black, viscous fluid.