"Whoosh."
The wind, once howling like a banshee's scream, began to calm, as though its fury had finally cooled with time.
Perhaps it had exhausted its anger and was now settling for peace. Or was it simply too tired after spending the entire day wreaking havoc? Rishi wasn't sure, but he leaned towards the former.
This place was unlike anything he had ever encountered—utterly hostile.
The sand beneath his feet felt as hot as burning coals, constantly trying to fry him alive.
The wind was so strong that even walking was a struggle, and that was only when he managed to stay on the ground.
If he tried to ascend even slightly, the wind would toss him from one place to another. Just a few meters above him, the current was so destructive that it could crush his body.
Even his well-trained physique stood no chance against the devastating force of these demonic winds.
