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 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.,"Hawk." A low voice, laced with surprise. "Hold on, I'm not hurt."。