The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A medieval alchemical laboratory is half-buried in a giant, crystalline cave system, beakers and alembics scattered everywhere, still bubbling away with various weird, colored liquids. The air's thick with the smell of sulfur and... ozone's not quite right, but something like it. A levitating, silver dagger is somehow stuck in the ceiling of the cave above the lab equipment, reflecting a faint, pulsating light coming from deeper within the crystal formations, and outside the cave entrance, I can hear the sound of pouring rain, but it's somehow raining upwards into the sky.