The miserable state of the camp had nearly frightened everyone out of their wits. They found the torn corpses, along with bodies that looked as though they had been dissected and cut apart. No one knew what had happened, but everyone tacitly kept their mouths shut. As if deliberately forcing themselves to ignore everything here, they buried the bodies, then began tallying the camp's losses and collecting the samples as though nothing had happened.
It was as if Professor Lake's group had died in an accident after encountering a blizzard, rather than at the hands of something they did not want to mention, did not dare mention, and could not mention.
Professor Mack took his assistant and flew toward the area Professor Lake had mentioned earlier. Fang Zheng secretly followed them. The camp was in a state of panic right now, and hardly anyone would care where they had gone, so there was naturally no need to worry about being noticed.
When their plane flew over the mountain range's square-looking intersection, accompanied by their screams and cries of shock, Fang Zheng saw the secret hidden within this mountain range of madness.
Between the canyons, amid the raging blizzard, a city stood tall. It had been built from enormous stones in a style of almost surreal naturalism. Though the towers, houses, and every building appeared to have their own forms, those shapes looked more like the patterns produced when a drug-addled schizophrenic junkie wildly smeared paint across a canvas than a city designed by a sane person according to any concept of "normal."
No, so-called normality was merely human normality. After all, every race had its own style. The Swarm's sense of aesthetics was vastly different from humanity's.
Soon, the plane landed in an open area within the city. Professor Mack