The crippled plane dove toward the vortex. The vortex's endless suction seemed to mock the little plane's audacity. With a boom, torrential rain lashed down, like the final straw on the plane. Pulled by the vortex above and crushed by the weight of the rain below, the plane spun a few times before being swallowed whole. In the vast blue sky that resembled inky seawater, it tossed about for a moment before vanishing without a trace.,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!。