Aning, who had been dozing lightly against Zhang Qiling's shoulder, snapped her eyes open. Her sharp gaze pierced through the car window into the distance.
"Hei, the weather's turning," she said, already sitting up and reaching for the walkie-talkie on the passenger seat. "Everyone, stay close. A storm is coming. Grab your backpacks and get ready to take cover."
Even as Black Glasses relayed the responses one by one over the radio, a wall of sand was already visible rolling in from afar. As the first scattered grains of sand pelted against the windows, the vehicle was swallowed by a wind wall of yellow sand.
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