However, this peace did not continue long enough.
Out of nowhere, the tranquil atmosphere was abruptly shattered as the harsh winds made their presence known in the canyon. Thunder roared in the distance, punctuated by jagged flashes of lightning that illuminated the dark landscape.
The winds whipped through the canyon, howling like a pack of wolves in pursuit of their prey.
On the other side of the canyon, the waves of the sea crashed against the rocks.
"What is happening?" Magda and the others woke up.
"Pack your things. We are leaving," Rosalind said. Luckily, she had packed her things the moment that she woke up.
The others immediately complied without asking any more questions. They hurriedly gathered their belongings and secured them in their spatial bags, trying to work quickly and efficiently despite the chaos around them. The winds grew stronger and the rain started pouring down in sheets, soaking everything in sight.
