Inside the spacesuit, there was no actual human body, only a mixture resembling brains, pus, and blood gushed out.
Scattered among the liquid were occasional black spots that resembled pure black fireflies; they contracted slightly and quickly vanished into the air.
Because of Charles's fumbling, the plane gradually lost control, and everything inside the cabin began to take flight.
Charles watched the rotting liquid drift past his face and quickly turned to look at another person in a spacesuit.
Sharp claws scraped violently across the glass helmet on his head,
accompanied by the sound of shattering glass and a nauseating odor that spread, a mix of blood, brain matter, and pus along with those black fireflies, rapidly floated out.
The being within this spacesuit was also not human; it seemed like some sort of liquid life form.
At that moment, Charles saw that the island's ground outside the window was approaching fast, the plane was about to crash!
