"Finally here, huh?"
Song Jian stood below the black pyramid, gazing upward;
Upon getting closer, the enormity of this black pyramid was felt even more, like a small mountain, the pyramid eerily suspended in mid-air. This gripping sensation made one's heart palpitate.
"Song Jian, how...how do we climb this?" Anna asked, her brows furrowed, staring anxiously at the looming shadow overhead.
"There must be a passage to get up there, let's look for it." Song Jian responded.
Soon, both of them found a wrecked transportation aircraft nestled in a hollow; the engine on the left wing of the plane was severely destroyed, revealing a huge hole. The fuselage was filled with fractures, half of the cockpit was embedded in the hollow. After the crash, the aircraft caught fire, leaving burnt marks all over the plane.
Luckily, the fire stopped, possibly due to rain or some other reason, preserving most of the aircraft intact.