The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,The Bermuda Triangle, as expected, lives up to its name.,Headband, wearing strong attire, with a belt around the waist embroidered with ancient patterns and long cloth boots on his feet. Most strangely of all, there was also a sword at his waist!。