The ice broke into thin pieces of itself. It broke. Ice-cold sub-zero chilly water had made the fuel container of thce aeroplane blast. Booom!
The effect of the blast destroyed the planes of ice even a distance twenty kilometres away. A fire had broken in the ice. But the effect had multiplied to be more. Max Peverel?
Of course he couldn't survive it- what are you thinking, anyways? That he again had some sort of supernatural force saved him from an eruption pressure wave like that, now did you?
If you did, you're wrong.
Well, you are mistaken, but on the other hand, you aren't. He floated in the deep depths of a bitterly cold riverine of ice, and it seemed as if his eyes were closing into the unknown bliss that led to an eternity of death. His body kept penetrating into the deep depths of the water, and then suddenly, he felt as if his ears are blasted off his body. It seemed to him as if they had exploded in some sort of way. But after the explosion of his ears, it gave him the impression he was feeling normal.
It gave him the expression he could breathe.
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MAX
Science FictionMAX. The name. The name that made all fear. It wasn't long before Max Perevel was a military agent for the Chinese dictator. He was on a secret mission as a spy in America. And things were going pretty good. The Goddamn thing: The Earth got destroy...
