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.,Red eyes! It's red eyes! What kind of monster is this Or did it get sick!,The eagle knelt on one knee, his eyes wide as saucers, staring with a ghostly expression, and diligently trying to process his master's words.。