The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crimson-stained, wooden shrine sits at the edge of a murky, mist-shrouded swamp, partially submerged in the murky waters like it's sinking into the ground. Uh, the air's thick with the stench of rot and death, and I can feel the humidity clinging to my skin like a wet shroud. A massive, stone statue of Anubis lies toppled and broken nearby, its innards spilled out like entrails, as if something inside burst free... and a tiny, quivering flame flickers on the surface of the water, despite the pouring rain. Water droplets somehow fall upwards from the flame, collecting on the stone ceiling of the shrine.