The two small hills outside State City had now been completely ravaged by the hurricane, with the swirling yellow dust adding yet another color to the vortex.
Now, the hurricane contained not only fierce flames but also dust, oh! And those two unfortunate souls in the whirlpools.
Their clothes were gone, leaving only shreds to cover them, yet their fates were uncertain, alive or dead.
After completely destroying the hills, the hurricane did not move on; instead, it lingered mysteriously in place, showing no sign of dissipating or expanding.
Time passed silently, and when night fell, the once-quiet night sky suddenly surged with storm clouds.
Dark clouds quickly gathered over the hurricane, growing denser and heavier.
Light flickered within the clouds, resembling a furious rage.
The surroundings were oppressively quiet, as the hurricane whirled violently, giving a sense of eerie stillness.
Crash!
