Beneath the Sunlight

In Sirius's gradually dimming vision, it was as if a miniature sun had been summoned from the void, descending directly into the cabin ten thousand meters above the ground!

Boom!

An intense, violent burst of pure white light erupted like an invisible tsunami, sweeping through every corner!

The blazing white radiance was scorching and magnificent, carrying an unquestionable power that purified everything. It illuminated every detail of the cabin, leaving nowhere for shadows to hide.

The terrified passengers cried out in unison and covered their eyes.

Their eyes had grown accustomed to the dim cabin lighting, and now they were all stung by the unstoppable glare. They had no choice but to shield themselves with their arms, and the screams and chaos were abruptly brought to a halt.

The assassin standing on a seat had worn a triumphant smile, but now he let out a pained groan and instinctively shut his eyes.

While his movements slowed, some of the passengers seemed completely unaffected.

While seated, they had looked no different from ordinary passengers. But under the intense light, they did not even blink before immediately springing into action!

One person grabbed the crowd huddled together with one hand and tossed them, one by one, into empty seats;

Another picked up clothing and used it to block the thick smoke pouring from the vents;

And another ran directly along the tops of the seatbacks, sprinting over everyone's heads as if on level ground, reaching the spot on the floor where smoke was seeping out.

Thomas O'Brien stared in shock at the man running against the tide of passengers. He watched him drop to one knee, press one hand against the floor, and produce an ear-piercing buzzing sound between his palm and the cabin floor.

*What was going on? Did this guy