As a series of images were processed to clarity, the imposing figure in the distance finally revealed its true form before everyone.
"This, this, this...how is this possible...how can this be possible..."
John's lips trembled, stunned by what he saw, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"How can this be...how can it be like this...why is this thing on the far side of the moon...who put it there...could it be that extraterrestrial civilizations really exist in this world..."
Beside him, Lune grabbed the back of the chair in front of him.
His gaze was fixated on the object in the image, and his fingers seemed to press hard enough into the solid wood chair to leave marks.
It was a long spear, a hundred meters tall, appearing like a spear connecting heaven and earth.
One end of it slanted and pierced into the ground, its silver-white body under the distant sunlight appeared so sacred and inviolable.
