Back To The Tempest
They stepped out again into the tempest, the rope pulled taut between them. The wind was fierce, whipping at their clothes and threatening to tear them apart.They pressed forward, each step a struggle against the howling gale. The landscape of the Wind Zone unfolded around them, both terrifying and amazing.Jagged rock formations jutted out of the ground, sculpted by the relentless wind into bizarre and twisted shapes. Dust and debris swirled in the air, creating an ever-shifting dance of shadows and light. The sky above suddenly change into a tumultuous sea of swirling clouds, occasionally lit by flashes of distant lightning.The ground beneath their feet was uneven, littered with stones and the remnants of ancient structures long abandoned to the elements.As they moved deeper into the Wind Zone, they saw the creatures like before, shaped by the wind itself. They seemed to glide on the air currents, their forms constantly shifting.