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.,The Bermuda Triangle, as expected, lives up to its name.,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.。