Fifty minutes was neither short nor long. Before Sun Hang had asked Yan Yu'an more than a few questions, the plane began to gradually descend—signaling that they had reached the end of their flight.
The plane passed down through the clouds, and a massive ruined city immediately came into view.
"This is... Baikal's Remains." Yan Yu'an said. "The layout inside this anomalous city changes every day, so we still haven't been able to draw an accurate map."
"Like a moving maze?" Sun Hang asked.
Yan Yu'an nodded. Clearly, she had seen that classic movie too.
"Couldn't you keep a large number of drones hovering above Baikal's Remains, turn their footage into a real-time dynamic map, and send it to the soldiers entering the city? That should greatly reduce casualties, right? And it would let them spot dangers hidden in blind spots beforehand—like that humanoid anomaly that ambushed you."
Yet Yan Yu'an merely sighed. "Once the plane flies over Baikal's Remains, you'll understand why we haven't done that."
As though to prove Yan Yu'an's words, the plane did not land directly at the frontline camp. Instead, it flew toward Baikal's Remains and circled once above the entirely black-toned anomalous city.
Only then did Sun Hang notice a problem—whenever he tried to make out the details of the city below, everything in his vision became incredibly blurry, as though his eyes had gone out of focus.
Not only that, but after staring at Baikal's Remains for over five seconds, the scene before him began to warp, and the entire world started spinning.
"Fuck... my head is spinning!" Wang Xiyi clutched her forehead with one hand and tightly gripped the seatback in front of her with the other. Her long dragon tail had even wrapped itself around the armrest. "This thing is so