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,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!。