Back inside, Nox's heart pounded, and his muscles burned, but he maintained the perfect speed. Any slower, and the rocks would fall—any faster, and he risked losing control of the vortex. Sweat dripped down his face.
The force of Nox's Divine Velocity had deflected the avalanche's momentum. Rocks that would have crushed them were redirected, circling helplessly within the storm. The swirling air pushed the debris upward, forming a protective dome around his team.
Meanwhile, the siblings were tumbling through the chaotic storm helplessly.
"Ugh! Kuuuuk!" The third sister groaned as her body slammed into a huge chunk of rock. Her entire body burned with pain, and her once-beautiful face was filled with bruises. It had only been a minute, yet her HP had reduced significantly.
