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.,Silence, an eerie silence that pressed in on all sides. Wasn't I swept up in the terrifying maelstrom of the god-sea Where was the endless, azure ocean The howling winds and torrential rain What about the wreckage of the plane itself,Red eyes! It's red eyes! What kind of monster is this Or did it get sick!。