Trssssk!
The deafening crash of shattered glass reverberated throughout the vicinity, punctuating the dramatic exit of Quin and Ethan's bodies as they hurtled through the fractured window, descending rapidly toward the unforgiving earth below.
In a thunderous collision, their forms collided with the ground, causing a symphony of splintering glass as fragments of discarded eyewear scattered across the rugged terrain.
Ethan's feet made a jarring impact, causing them to skid backwards, his hand firmly gripping the swaying chain as his unwavering gaze remained fixed upon Quin.
Meanwhile, Quin gracefully alighted upon the ground, employing his mastery of wind magic to lessen the force of his landing. He skillfully maintained his equilibrium, his fingers still wrapped around the hilt of his formidable scythe, which gleamed ominously in his grasp.