It was a pyramid.
The entire thing was made of glossy black marble that reflected the sunlight.
There wasn't anything on the pyramid; Aimar didn't see any veins or beasts anywhere around it.
On top of the structure was a smaller golden pyramid that hovered above it silently.
Aimar grimly looked at the pyramid, which eerily resembled what he had 'seen' in his vision of Horus' life.
These types of structures were used by the pharaohs and Sons of God in 'his' world.
'Why would Angel Abaddon make such a building his resting place?'
Aimar looked deeply at the pyramid, but he didn't find anything out of the ordinary.
'What the hell is the actual relation between my 'his' world and Lumina?'
After looking at the building for a long second, Aimar turned to stare at his brother, who was patiently waiting for him to adjust his mind.
"Do you—."
"We shouldn't be talking about such matters right outside," Oliver cut him off with a smile. "I will explain everything to you, but not now."
