The cabin was filled with flames and thick smoke, like stepping into a coal-burning furnace at a coking plant. The living flames licked at every edge and corner of the armor, yet Strangle, which could now make its host immune to fire in its true form, protected him well.
Not only was it not particularly hot amid flames hundreds of degrees hot, it actually felt warm and comfortable enough to make him a little sleepy.
Crowbar ultimately went unused. It had snapped when the plane crashed, the break near the tail. Su Ming entered through there, inspecting the scene as he advanced toward the cockpit.
Through the shattered windows, he could see the fire outside stretching like a long serpent. Clearly, the plane had originally intended to make an emergency landing and had dumped its fuel in advance, preventing aviation fuel from burning in the confined wing tanks and expanding into an explosion.
But the flames had likely spread from inside the cabin to the outside. The cabin had been reduced to ash more thoroughly than the wings and engines, which was unusual.
Godslayer transformed into a curved blade. Su Ming used it to stir through the objects scattered across the floor of the narrow aisle. He spotted a radiating hole, though it was partially obscured beneath a row of seats.
"An ignition point? Was a small-yield bomb smuggled onto the plane? But after it blew through the cabin and caused decompression, how did the fire start?"
He simulated the scene of the explosion in his mind, but certain details never quite fit. The plane had only descended after losing pressure, and it had clearly continued flying for some distance afterward. The fire had only started during that stretch of flight.
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