Flames of Hell, the gigantic figure fades to ashes before me as I releases the strongest technique of Ryujin Jakka. My body also starts to crumble apart.

'I should have not use it while in range.'

Suddenly, I feels my consciousness slips away and returns to reality due to violent turbulence in the plane.

'It was a good dream.'

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As I recalls the dream, a frightened voice is heard beside me. A woman in her thirties tries to relieved herself.

"Hhhmm... It's only a turbulence, nothing to be afraid."

Then an exploding sound rings through my head, I look to the window and saw smoke coming out of an engine. A moment later, it bursts in to flame and falls off the wing. Inside the cabin, it has become chaotic as the crew tries to calm everyone to no avail. There are people screaming, shouting, even crying. The woman beside me also starts praying. As I get up from my seat to inqure an attendant, a burst of flame flashes before me and everything becomes pitch black.