Fifty minutes is neither short nor long. Before Sun Hang could ask Yan Yu'an a few questions, the plane began to gradually descend—indicating they had reached the end of their journey.
The plane descended through the clouds, and suddenly, a massive city ruin appeared in their view.
"This is... the Baikal Remains," Yan Yu'an said. "The internal layout of this eerie city changes every day, so we've never been able to draw an accurate map."
"Like a moving maze?" Sun Hang asked.
Yan Yu'an nodded, clearly indicating that she had seen that classic movie.
"So can't we suspend a large number of drones over the Baikal Remains, make a real-time dynamic map from the footage captured by the drones and send it to the soldiers entering the Baikal Remains? This should greatly reduce personnel losses and also allow them to foresee some dangers hidden in blind spots—like that humanoid entity that ambushed you."
