An intense gale spread throughout the desolate streets, lifting debris off the ground and kicking up a plume of dust every so often. The sound of fast and chaotic winds could be heard throughout the entire area surrounding the eighth waterfall.
Diz and Ivan were pushed back quite hard by the fierce winds, but they managed to gather their bearings. They could only communicate by yelling at the top of their lungs, while Zack had to enhance his voice using the Ardor in his lungs.
Without that enhancement, even his loudest yell wouldn't be able to pass through the spinning sphere of vibrantly glowing emerald winds.
If not for his sensitive hearing, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear the other two.
"WHAT'S IT LOOK LIKE OUT THERE?!" Zack shouted through the barrier, his voice hardly coming through to the others.
"IT'S REALLY, REALLY, REALLY FUCKING WINDY MY DUDE!" Diz shouted, losing his footing momentarily.
